#Chapter 120: The White Wolf

After Grandma Jo gave me a clean pair of clothes, I went inside to put them on. My body still trembled with the aftermath of the unexpected shift as I made my way into the living room. Grandma Jo and Lucas sat on the couch, their heads huddled together. Their voices lowered to hushed whispers when they saw me finally approaching. The sight of them sharing such a serious conversation about me sent a shiver down my spine. I didn't know what they were both thinking and quite frankly, I was still terrified by what had just occurred. I couldn't help but ask aloud, my voice carrying a mix of curiosity and concern, "What's wrong?" Grandma Jo exchanged a meaningful glance with Lucas before she began to speak. Her eyes, usually warm and comforting, now held a hint of apprehension. "Shana, have you ever heard of the legend of the white wolf?" The legend of the white wolf? I furrowed my brow, racking my brain for any recollection of the tales I might have h