Chapitre 42: Chapter Forty-two

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the ancient forest. The air crackled with palpable tension as Alpha Robert of the Silver Moon Pack made his way to the clandestine meeting with the witches. The trees whispered secrets, their leaves rustling like mysterious incantations, as he approached the agreed-upon location.

The clearing, bathed in moonlight, revealed a stone circle surrounded by tall, gnarled trees. Candles flickered, their flames dancing in rhythm with the ethereal energy that permeated the space. Cloaked figures emerged from the shadows – the witches, their faces obscured by hoods, exuding an aura of ancient wisdom.

The chief witch, an imposing figure draped in a flowing robe, stepped forward. Her eyes, glinting with an otherworldly knowledge, met Robert's with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.