Aoife stumbled into the clearing with a thud, the thick undergrowth scratching at her arms and legs. Her clothes were torn, revealing bruises and cuts from her frantic escape. She was covered in dirt and sweat, her heart pounding in her chest. Aoife couldn't help but wonder if she looked like a lost wanderer, a pitiful sight in the eyes of the ancient trees surrounding her. A large wolf emerged from the shadows, its amber eyes locking onto Aoife's trembling form. It reminded her of the...