Rise of the Werewolves

The Rise of the Werewolves

Years passed, but the curse only grew stronger. On certain nights, under the light of a full moon, villagers began hearing haunting howls from deep within the forest. The disappearances became more frequent, and the bodies that were found bore the marks of savage, animalistic attacks. It wasn’t long before the truth surfaced: the curse had awakened something ancient and terrible within the woods—an ancient pack of werewolves, bound by the dark magic of the witches.

These were no ordinary wolves; they were cursed beings, twisted by the same magic that had poisoned the land. At the head of this vicious pack was **Darius Bloodfang**, a once-proud warrior who had been cursed by the witches centuries ago. Under the light of the full moon, Darius and his pack stalked the edges of the forest, hunting any soul foolish enough to wander too close.

The villagers lived in fear of the moonlit nights, knowing that the werewolves of The Forest of Lost Souls were always watching, always hungry. Many who ventured into the forest in search of adventure met grisly ends, torn apart by claws and fangs before they even had a chance to scream.