The packs had barely begun to recover from the chaos wrought by the Beast of Gévaudan when a new, even more ominous threat emerged from the depths of history. Unbeknownst to them, the ancient battle against the dark magic had awakened a powerful entity that had long slumbered beneath the earth—an ancient werewolf of unparalleled strength and wisdom.
It started with subtle tremors that shook the ground and whispered in the wind, carrying warnings of impending doom. The elders, sensing the shift in the balance of power, convened an emergency meeting. Marietta, Harley, and Seraphina were summoned to the council chamber, where the air was thick with anxiety.
"The earth itself is stirring," one elder said, his voice trembling. "We have long known of the legends of an ancient werewolf, a guardian of balance and power. It seems our actions have awakened him."
Marinetta listened intently, her heart pounding. "What do we know about this ancient werewolf? Is he friend or foe?"
