51. Wanessa's first 'heat'

AT THE SAME TIME

WANESSA'S POINT OF VIEW:

The air crackled with energy as we approached the shrine, its ancient stones towering above us, cloaked in shadows and secrets. 

"This is it." I whispered, glancing at Wren, whose expression mirrored my own mix of determination and anxiety. "The moon stone is inside."

As we stepped through the entrance, intricate carvings of werewolves adorned the walls, legends I had heard since childhood. I felt a tugging sensation deep within me, almost as if the moonstone itself recognized my presence.

"Stay alert." Wren instructed, her voice low. "There are traps in here designed to protect the moonstone."

We moved cautiously through the shrine, our senses heightened. The air was thick with tension as we navigated dark corridors. Suddenly, a dart shot from the wall, narrowly missing me. 

"Watch out!" I shouted, adrenaline surging through my veins.