THE EYES THAT SEE

The Moon Bound Pack house stood sentinel among the trees, its weathered wooden walls blending seamlessly with the moonlight. The roof, a tangled mesh of branches and leaves, seemed a natural extension of the forest. Windows like gleaming eyes watched over the woods, their intricately carved shutters telling stories of the pack's history.

A winding path, overgrown with wildflowers and herbs, led to the entrance, a massive wooden door adorned with a silver crescent moon that shone like a beacon. Inside, the air was thick with woodsmoke, fur, and a hint of magic, a testament to the pack's deep connection to the land.

As Faris approached, a murmur of horror and surprise rippled through the pack, taunting whispers and commentary filling the air. But Faris remained focused, his gaze fixed on a single destination.

As Faris arrived, he took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"Come in," a muffled voice replied.

He hesitated, then entered. "Alpha Malvar, I've returned." He annou