Chapter 2 Whispers in the Mist

Far from the human world Rain wandered in, deep within the cloaked forests of the North, a circle of wolves stood in the flickering torchlight. They were upright, robed, their bodies forged by old magic and war. They belonged to the Parc-a hidden clan, older than myth, ruled by codes only the night knew.

The High Elder, Fenrik, stood in the center. His fur, a burnished silver threaded with scars, bristled as the mist swirled around them. His golden eyes scanned the small gathering-members of the Parc's most secretive force.

"We begin the search tonight," he said, voice like thunder muffled in fog. "We are looking for Mister and Misses Austin. They vanished under strange circumstances-abandoning the ties they once had to both our world and theirs."

The others nodded. Each wolf was handpicked-stealthy, loyal, brutal when necessary. Fenrik continued, "They disappeared years ago. But there is no hiding forever. Trackers will follow the old trails. Questions will be asked. Anyone who ever crossed paths with them-human or not-will be spoken to."

A dark-furred female, Sira, narrowed her eyes. "And if we find them?"

"You bring them in. Quietly," Fenrik said. "No mistakes. This must not be public. Not yet."

There was silence, but the tension thickened like smoke.

"They were important once," another said, voice low. "Trusted by the Elder Rings. If they're alive, they may know what we've long forgotten."

Fenrik's eyes narrowed. "Which is why we do this now. Before others take interest. Before... interference arrives."

The circle broke without another word. The forest swallowed them, each vanishing into the dark like ghosts. The hunt had begun .