The dance of shadows

The night was unusually silent. A stillness settled over the Blackwood territory, as if the very air held its breath, waiting for what was to come. The full moon, high and proud in the sky, cast long, eerie shadows that danced across the landscape, painting the world in shades of silver and black.Timbre stood at the edge of the clearing, the wind tugging gently at her dark hair. Her eyes, now a deep, burning gold, reflected the moonlight as she gazed up at the ancient oak tree that marked the center of the clearing. The tree had always been a symbol of strength and resilience for the pack, its roots deep in the earth, its branches reaching for the heavens. Tonight, it would bear witness to something it hadn’t seen in centuries.The ancient power within her had been growing, pulsing just beneath her skin like a second heartbeat. Timbre could feel it coiling and uncoiling inside her, a restless serpent waiting to strike. Alison had warned her about the dangers of wielding such power with