Kapitel 45: Uncovering the Origins of the Lycans

As they walked, Wald reached out and took Madison's hand. "Whatever comes," he said softly, "we face it together."

Madison squeezed his hand, drawing strength from his touch. The forest around them seemed to press in closer, branches reaching out like gnarled fingers. She couldn't shake the feeling that unseen eyes watched their every move.

"So," she said, breaking the tense silence, "we're looking for the White Wolf clan. Any idea where to start?"

Wald frowned, his brow furrowing in thought. "The northern mountains are vast. Finding them won't be easy. But I've heard tales of their hidden valley - a place where the snow never melts and the moon always shines."

"Sounds like a fairy tale," Madison muttered.

"Most legends have a kernel of truth," Wald replied. "We'll head north and keep our eyes open for any signs."