Once clear of the pack house, Sophia shifted into her sleek silver wolf form, her piercing blue eyes reflecting her desperation. Matthew’s body, shockingly light against her fur, was carefully balanced across her back. With a heart full of hope and a prayer for a miracle, she raced through the forest, her powerful limbs carrying her swiftly toward the neighboring town where the renowned witch healer resided.
The journey seemed endless, each step driven by a singular goal: to find a way to save her son. The air grew colder as she approached the town, the distant lights of cottages flickering like tiny beacons of hope. As she reached the edge of the town, she shifted back to her human form, cradling Matthew in her arms. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she approached the witch’s cottage, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination.