MOONLIT VOWS
tle village where the biggest excitement was the annual harvest festival. Instead, she found
Urban Explorers Blog. The assignment was simple: investigate the local legends about wolves that were said to roam the area. But as she
eetlamp flickered overhead, casting long shadows that danced in the breeze. The locals had been les
ma muttered to herself, try
e flickering light from its windows and the muffled sounds of voices offered some
trons sat scattered around the room, their conversations dropping to hushed
ender, a middle-aged man with
Emma replied, setting her
"Coffee? You sure you'
r a story. I'm a journalist. Thought
ooled slightly, and he leaned
e. "I heard they've been sighted around he
. "You should be careful asking questions like that.
open, and a chill swept through the room. She turned to see a
s were sharp, scanning the room with the precision of someone who was always on guard. He wore a
e other patrons, his steps deliberate and silent. He st
he said, his voic
re the way her heart seemed to
hould
words caught her of
eople like you," he continu
e flaring. "And what exactl
r-whisper. "It means you don't belong here. Go bac
tened. "Is t
a wa
urned and walked out of the tavern,
staying. The streets were quiet, the only sound the soft crunch of her boots on the gravel road. She r
ightly nosy woman named Mrs. Talbot. When Emma stepped inside, the old
Talbot asked, glanc
her bag down. "The tavern
y don't take kindly to strangers,
a asked, sitting d
d-stitch. "This town has its secrets, dear. A
s?" Emma pressed. "Surely
es. But that's all they are-stories. Now, you'd best
r. She thanked Mrs. Talbot and headed upstairs to
elling story, she needed more than vague warnings and half-truths. Armed with her cam
illing her lungs. The deeper she went, the quieter it be
any signs of wildlife. It wasn't long before she found herself in a small cleari
that adorned the surface. They looked like runes, though she couldn't
growl echoed thr
turned slowly, her eyes searching th
w eyes stared back at h
ped into the clearing. Its fur was dark, almost black,
a root, and she stumbled, landing hard on the
, another figure emerge
he stranger f
ordered, his voi
ed, its ears fla
ure commanding. "Go," he said, and to Emma's astoni
her mind racing. "What
eyes intense. "I told you
can't
eling beside her. "You're in danger
tion. "Who are you? And why do
eveal. "My name is Kael. And if you want t
sity outweighing her fear. "No
rim. "Then you've just made t