CAPTURED BY THE HOLLOW PACK

Tessy had once been more than human—born of royal blood but claimed by the ancient magic of the forest. She had lived among the werewolves, as part of the Pack, but fate had dealt her a cruel hand.

A tragic battle had left her wounded, and as she lay dying beneath the full moon, her body convulsed in its final transformation. When the breath left her lungs, her wolf form faded, leaving only the fragile body of a human.

Her sharp instincts dulled, her wolfish senses faded, and the pack's distant howls became nothing more than a whisper in the back of her mind. She lived, loved, and laughed as a human, convincing herself that the forest had been nothing but a dream.

But dreams have a way of creeping back into reality.

Tessy had longed to return, but she lied. She wanted an adventure. When it was time, she heard a whisper in the wind calling her back. The world of humans felt foreign, their ways empty compared to the life she had once known.

Something deep inside her stirred an ancient pull urging her to return. The morning she left the village, the moon was full, but she did not transform. She had lost that part of herself, yet the forest still recognized her.

The trees whispered her name, the wind carried the scent of memories, and she followed them with a heart pounding in anticipation.

Tessy's arrival at the enchanted forest was not the end of the mission, nor was it the fulfillment of the prophecy. She needed to find the exact location of her pack, even though, it's been ages.

The twisted trees that could serve as landmarks had grown taller and bigger. Those tiny creatures that lived around the pack had gone to another location, close packs had been destroyed and wolves had gone into extinction. Now, she needs to use her superpowers to locate her pack.

When she stumbled into the forest, she would have to follow the right path or get lost in the forest. But if she lost her way, she wouldn't reclaim her position and the old man's prophecy would be called a false prophecy. Tessy needed to find a haven because it was already getting dark. She was risking herself to those wild animals in the forest. If she gets caught by an angry wolf she would serve as meat for dinner.

Tessy's presence in the forest is a threat to the wild animals, and they won't spare her life if she is caught. It is forbidden for humans to dwell amongst wolves or supernatural creatures.

But, if this was so, then this would make people ask questions like; if Tessy was the Luna of her pack before she died, then was she a wolf or a human?

Most people would say she was a wolf then others would say she was a human. But Tessy's true nature was hidden, expecting it to be uncovered on the full moon.

When Tessy finally got to the exact location of her back, she couldn't recognize anything.

The clearing where the pack had once gathered was silent, overgrown with vines and decay. No fresh scents of wolves, no howls in the distance—only the cold emptiness of abandonment.

Tessy wandered through the ruins of what had been her home, searching for signs of life. The dens were empty, the fire pits long extinguished. Had they moved? Had they been hunted? Or had time simply erased them?

Panic set in. She ran through the trees, calling out names—but no voices answered. The night was hollow, mocking her with its silence. She collapsed onto the damp earth, her fingers digging into the soil, as the painful truth settled in. She had returned, but there was no home left to return to.

Had they perished? Had another pack taken their place? Or had they simply given up on her, believing she had died long ago?

She had come back to reclaim her position, to find her place in the world she had once ruled, but now she was just a ghost—trapped between two worlds, belonging to neither.

The wind howled through the trees, and for the first time, she felt truly alone. She would have to locate a haven to shelter on or keep wandering around the forest looking for mates.

When she came across the den where her pack raised the young, the most sacred part of her home. Surrounding the den are various trails—paths formed by years of movement, leading to watering holes, hunting grounds, and secret lookouts.

Bones from past meals were scattered near a feeding ground, a reminder of the pack's hunting prowess.

She remembered that at night, the forest comes alive with glowing eyes in the darkness, low growls exchanged between packmates, and the distant, mournful howls that send messages across the land. A place where outsiders do not belong, where trespassers are either chased away or become prey.

Tessy was at that location when Elias noticed her presence from a distance. He quickly ran towards her. Tessy was afraid and wondered how she would be used as meat for dinner.

She thought of running, but she knew she couldn't run faster than a wolf. She fell to the ground, covering her face with her two hands.

Elias, the Hollow Pack's warrior, captured her and took her to the Hollow Pack. She was in distress and knew she would served as meat for dinner. But how Elias captured her was compassionate. Elias knew she was a stranger and a big threat to the werewolf world. But, out of benevolence, she was taken to the hollow pack.

Would Tessy's presence in the hollow pack disrupt the hollow pack's happiness or would love and protection seal them together?