Chapter 11

That night, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I tossed and turned in my bed, trying to push the nagging thoughts to the back of my mind. But eventually, I gave up on sleeping and got out of bed. I needed to write down everything I had learned over the past few weeks, to try and make sense of it all.

As I scribbled down notes, memories of the nightmares I had been having flooded back to me. In my dreams, I was chased by a wolf, only to discover that it was actually a werewolf. The scars I received in these nightmares still ached when I woke up, and I couldn't shake the feeling that they were more than just figments of my imagination.

The werewolf in my dreams had told me a story about a pack he used to be a part of, led by a power-hungry alpha. According to the legend, the werewolf was born with a special power, one that the alpha had somehow discovered. To protect himself and others, the werewolf had transferred this power to a man he met in the woods, who happened