Story 88: The Lunar Pact

The moon hung full and heavy in the night sky, casting an eerie blue light over the dense forest. The trees seemed to bend toward the heavens, their branches reaching for the luminous orb that bathed the world below in a surreal glow. In the clearing at the heart of the woods, the air was thick with tension, anticipation, and an unmistakable undercurrent of danger.

Lena had always known better than to venture into the woods during the full moon. The villagers had warned her of the dangers, of the creatures that roamed the night, bound by ancient curses and primal instincts. But something had drawn her here tonight, something she couldn’t quite explain—an irresistible pull that had guided her feet deeper into the forest until she found herself standing alone in the clearing, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the weight of eyes upon her.