Refuge at North camp

The clearing near the river bank filled with the presence of werewolves, led by their alpha, Rollin. Beatrix and Sabrina instinctively took a step back, as if an unspoken truce had been reached between the two.

Sabrina's expression was one of pure disbelief. She had never encountered creatures like these before, and the shock was evident all over her face.

Beatrix, on the other hand, understood exactly what this meant. She had encountered werewolves several times before and had diligently studied the various supernatural beings that existed in the coven's extensive library.

Rollin, in his human form, surveyed the scene with a curious glint in his eyes. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of intrigue and authority.

Rollin circled them, a commanding presence that exuded both power and curiosity. He then moved toward Sabrina, taking in her scent as she trembled in fear. "Human," he rumbled, his voice surprisingly gentle, "don't worry. We don't harm humans."

Turning to face Beatrix, his gaze lingered on her. "I smell magic," he remarked, his tone tinged with a warning. "You're far from home, and you know what that means by crossing into our territory."

Beatrix attempted to mask her fear with defiance, stepping forward to meet Rollin's gaze head-on. "I'm not scared of dogs," she spat, her words laced with bravado. "I could take on all of you. What would you do without your little moon?" She laughed, though it held a nervous edge.

Rollin, unimpressed by her words, bowed his head, a gesture of submission. Beatrix gloated, "That's what I thought. Obey your master, fear your master."

However, Rollin's next move shattered her confidence. With eyes glowing red and canine teeth exposed, he transformed into his lycan form. Beatrix staggered back in sheer horror, stammering, "No... it can't be... Lycans are myths, legends..."

Rollin's voice was a low growl, dripping with menace. "I am the myth you should fear, witch." With a swift strike, he delivered a powerful blow that sent Beatrix crashing to the ground, unconscious. Sabrina's scream echoed through the clearing, a haunting melody of terror.

Under the watchful eye of Rollin, Sabrina walked alongside the wolves, her heart pounding in her chest. The woods seemed to close in around them, thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. Branches cracked underfoot, and leaves rustled with every step. It was a journey that seemed to blur the lines between reality and nightmare.

Sabrina gathered her courage and mustered the strength to speak. "Where are you taking me?" she ventured, her voice steady but laced with apprehension.

Rollin's gaze remained forward, his expression unreadable. He didn't acknowledge her question, a silence that spoke volumes.

They pressed on, the path winding deeper into the heart of the forest. The sounds of nature surrounded them - the distant calls of birds, the murmur of a hidden stream. Sabrina attempted to ask again, her voice more determined. "Please, I need to know. Why am I here?"

The wolf beside her glanced at Rollin, seeking approval to answer. Rollin, however, remained resolute in his silence.

As they traveled further, Sabrina's initial fear began to mix with a growing curiosity. She stole glances at the ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets to the wind. The air grew cooler, carrying with it the scent of moss and mossy earth. Yet, no matter how many questions she posed, Rollin's stern demeanor and steadfast silence gave her no answers.

Hours seemed to pass, the forest yielding no hint of the destination they sought. Sabrina's legs ached, and weariness settled deep within her bones. Still, she walked on, determination burning in her eyes.

Finally, the trees began to thin, and a sense of anticipation thrummed through the group. Ahead, a clearing opened up, revealing the outlines of a camp nestled against the backdrop of ancient trees. It was a place both wild and strangely tranquil, where the rhythms of nature and the presence of wolves coexisted in eerie harmony.

As they approached the new camp, Sabrina's heart raced anew. What awaited her in this enigmatic realm of the northern wolves? The answers remained locked within the silent figure of Rollin, his intentions shrouded in mystery.

Lupa hurriedly came from the heart of the camp towards Rollin.

Lupa: "What happened, babe? Who are the new girls?"

Rollin, his expression serious, gestured towards the unconscious Beatrix being carried by one of the wolves. "I'll explain later, babe. Right now, I have to attend to something important."

He turned his attention to Sabrina, who stood there, uncertain and a bit wary.

Rollin: "Come, sit."

He gestured towards two seats outside his quarters. Sabrina hesitated for a moment, then took a seat, her gaze alternating between Rollin and the bustling activity in the camp.

Rollin settled in the other chair, pouring tea into a cup. "Will you have some tea?"

Sabrina, still trying to process everything, declined politely. "No, I don't feel like it."

Rollin: "You should eat something. You look exhausted."

He signaled to a woman nearby. "Fetch her something hearty. She's my guest."

Sabrina, grateful for the hospitality, relaxed slightly in the chair as the woman returned with a plate of steak and a bowl of soup. She dug in with gusto, her hunger unmistakable.

As she ate, Rollin watched her, his eyes full of a curious mix of amusement and concern.

Rollin: "You were out there for quite a while. Do you often venture into the forest alone?wh what's your business with the witch?"

Sabrina, momentarily taken aback by the kindness, swallowed a mouthful of food before answering. "No, it's not something I'm accustomed to. This... situation is far from ordinary."

Rollin nodded in understanding. "You're not from around here, are you?"

Sabrina: "No, I'm not. I work at the asylum back at Wallace town . This is all... overwhelming."

Rollin: "The world beyond our borders can be a daunting place. But you're safe here, Sabrina."

Lupa, who had been discreetly observing from a distance, approached them cautiously. "Rollin, are you going to tell me what's going on?"

Rollin took a deep breath, preparing to share the events that had unfolded. "A girl crossed into our territory. She was being pursued by a witch."

Lupa's eyes widened in surprise. "A witch? Here?"

Rollin confirmed with a nod. "Yes, I had to intervene."

Rollin's gaze shifted to Sabrina, who had finished her meal and was now listening intently. "She's the one. The witch was after her, for reasons unknown. I brought her here for her safety and questioning"

Lupa's concern deepened, but she nodded in understanding. "We'll need to be cautious. This could have far-reaching implications."

Rollin glanced at Sabrina, his expression a mix of determination and protectiveness. "We'll face whatever comes our way. For now, let's ensure She's settled in. She'll be staying here, with us."