THE HOWL OF DUALiTY

nsettling silence. The townsfolk had learned to live in harmony with nature and avoided the woods as much as possible, especially after dusk.

gers, who whispered about the tales of the two-headed werewolf, he felt an inexplicable pull toward the mysteries lying beyond the village boun

'd never seen before. At its center was an ancient, gnarled tree, its roots twisting like serpents around a small stone altar. As he app

. It was in that moment, at the intersection of dusk and night, that a howl echoed through the trees-deep,