#Chapter 329: Lone Wolf Complex

Nina I was standing in the middle of a dark forest, the air heavy and thick with fog. Moonlight pierced through the canopy of tall pine trees, casting elongated shadows that seemed to dance and flicker in the wind. But I wasn’t alone. There it was again—the shadow entity I had been seeing far too often lately. Its outline always seemed to be changing and morphing every time I saw it, and yet it always felt familiar in the most unsettling of ways. “What do you want?” I called out. But there was no answer. It beckoned to me instead, its spindly limbs contorting with the movement. For some reason, in my dream state, it had an almost seductive pull that I couldn’t resist. My feet moved almost on their own accord, drawn deeper into the forest until I reached what should have been an impossibility—a replica of Mountainview. Except it was ravaged, a haunting semblance of the day the Crescent pack attacked. Glass windows were shattered, scattered papers and