Chapter 119 The Call of the First Wolf

　　The forest was silent, save for the whisper of leaves caught in a wind that seemed to come from nowhere, the air thick with something ancient. Caitlyn walked deeper into the woods, the voice from the Hollow Fang still echoing in her mind, pulling her forward. She couldn’t ignore it—not now, not when the call had grown so strong. It was no longer a whisper, but a presence, an invitation. It was the pull of something that felt both wrong and... right. 　　The trees grew thicker as she moved further away from the camp, the path winding and twisting in unnatural ways. She didn’t know how long she had been walking, but time seemed to stretch, the air becoming heavy, charged with dark energy. Her heart beat erratically as she followed the trail—her pulse quickening with every step. 　　She finally arrived at the clearing, where the ruins of a temple lay hidden, overgrown with vines and ancient stone. The ruins were older than Moonborn blood, older than any memory she had. The air hummed with p