The morning sun cast a golden hue over the familiar path that led me back to the house where my parents were tragically taken from me. I had gotten up at the crack of dawn in order to trek back to the old family home. It had taken a few hours, but at last I was home, or at least I was back to the shell of a place I once called home. I looked up, sweat from the trek pooling on my upper lip and continuing to bead on my forehead. The house stood as a haunting reminder of the horrors that unfolded within its walls.

With each step, memories flooded my mind But now, those memories were replaced with an eerie silence that seemed to mock my return. Once again, I came home to no one to greet me, and once again there was a deep foreboding that grew in the pit of my stomach. 

I stepped cautiously into the house, the air heavy with an unsettling silence and something else, almost like a supernatural presence, as if ghosts now lurked within the place I once called home. There familiar scent of lingering memories mingled with a tinge of unease as I crossed the threshold into the house. As I made my way through the corridors, the sense of foreboding once again settled upon me, tightening its grip with every step.

But as I reached the room where my parents' lives had been tragically stolen from them, a shock coursed through me. The sight before my eyes sent a chill racing down my spine. The room was empty, devoid of any remnants of the gruesome events that had transpired. There were no lingering traces of the past, no signs of the violence that had shattered our lives. There was not even a trace of anyone having lived here. The room was empty, devoid of any insinuation that it had been frequented by a soul much less a once happy family. 

An overwhelming sense of urgency propelled me forward. I moved through the house, my footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. Rooms once filled with warmth and love now felt cold and desolate. The absence of life hung in the air, suffocating me with its emptiness. But there was something else building within me. There was an undeniable sense of being watched. I could feel my senses come alive with a buzzing sensation, the thick tendrils of dread and adrenaline weaving around me like a safety blanket. But still, I continued on my mission to find answers. 

Confusion and disbelief washed over me as I continued searching every corner, desperately hoping for some clue, some evidence that would bring me closer to the truth. But there was nothing. The rooms remained pristine, as if they had been untouched for years, erasing any remnants of the horrific crime that had taken place.

A gnawing dread settled in the pit of my stomach. Where were their bodies? Why had they vanished without a trace? Questions swirled in my mind, taunting me with their elusive answers.

I found myself in Damon's room, my footsteps and consciousness having taken over into the short journey I made so many times. My eyes shifted to the spot where Damon's bed once stood. It was empty, just like the rest of the room. Panic clawed at my chest as I realized that there was still no sign of my older brother. Fear gripped me, tightening its hold with each passing moment.

I called out Damon's name, my voice echoing through the empty house, but there was no response. The silence seemed to mock me, reminding me of the gaping void that had consumed our lives. Where was he? What had happened to him?

A shiver ran down my spine as the supernatural presence within the house seemed to intensify. It was as if the walls themselves held secrets, whispering tantalizing clues just out of reach. I felt a strange energy tugging at my senses, drawing me deeper into the mystery that surrounded our family.

In the midst of the chilling stillness, a voice echoed in my mind, soft yet unmistakable. It was as if a ghostly whisper reached out to me, urging me to uncover the truth, to follow the path that lay before me.

With a determined resolve, I made my way out of the room, leaving behind the empty space that held more questions than answers. The journey had just begun, and I vowed to unravel the tangled web of secrets, to find the missing pieces of our shattered lives. One thing was sure in my mind, the absence of my parents' bodies and the disappearance of Damon were not mere coincidences. They were pieces of a puzzle, fragments of a greater mystery that entwined our fates with the moon and the wolves.

The supernatural presence within the house seemed to whisper its secrets, teasing me with glimpses of a hidden truth. I would not rest until I uncovered the answers, until I found my parents' resting place and discovered the fate of my brother.

In my search for answers, I found myself drawn back to the room where their lives were cruelly taken. As I entered the room I was overtaken by the strange energy permeated the air. The sense of something supernatural that I had been feeling since arriving increased ten-fold. It seemed to soak into my very being now. A chill crept up my spine, and I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It was as if the house itself held a secret, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.

Then, in the midst of my search, I stumbled and fell on the floor where our sofa once stood. When I hit the floor I was surprised to see I had knocked a floor-board from its bearing. Upon trying to fix it back into place I discovered a hidden compartment beneath the floorboards. With trembling hands, I pried it open, my heart pounding in anticipation. Inside, nestled among forgotten trinkets and relics, was a weathered journal— what I could only assume were the final remnants of my mother's voice.

I held the journal reverently, its pages filled with faded ink that spoke of a life I thought I knew. But as I read, a sense of unease settled over me. The words were familiar yet foreign, written in a language I couldn't decipher. The frustration of not understanding only deepened the mystery that shrouded my family's history.

Lost in contemplation, I was startled by a sudden gust of wind that whipped my hair sharply against my face. The lights I had switched on upon entering the room flickered before finally going out. Darkness engulfed the room, and an eerie stillness settled upon the air. Time seemed to stand still as a supernatural presence made itself known. The supernatural energy seemed to surge around me, its intensity growing with each passing second.

An invisible force gripped me, making me fall to the floor like a rag doll, its icy touch sending shivers down my spine. I gasped for air, my vision blurring as a surge of energy ripped its way through my body. Colors danced before my eyes, and I felt a strange duality of fear and fascination.

In that surreal moment, I experienced a seizure that seemed to transcend the boundaries of this world. My mind became a canvas on which vivid images painted themselves.

As the seizure gripped me, my vision blurred, and the world around me faded into darkness. But within that darkness, a new realm emerged. I watched in awe as my mother, bathed in ethereal light, gave birth to me. Her voice echoed, filled with a mixture of hope, fear, and determination.

"This is it," she whispered, her voice carrying across the void. "With Scarlet, the prophecy has begun, and there is no turning back."

The vision faded, leaving me gasping for breath, my body trembling with the aftershocks. When I opened my eyes, I found myself back in the forest, confusion clouding my mind. How had I gotten here? How had the supernatural presence led me from the house to this sanctuary?

My head throbbed with a dull ache, a reminder of the fall I had taken during the seizure. But amidst the pain, a newfound clarity settled within me. The visions, the tapestry, the journal—they were all connected. They held the key to the mysteries that enveloped our lives, that tied us to the moon and the wolves.

I clutched the journal tightly in my hands, its weight both comforting and burdensome. The journey ahead would be filled with danger, uncertainty, and unimaginable revelations. But armed with the fragments of truth I carried, I would not falter. I would confront the shadows that lurked in the corners of my past, determined to uncover the secrets that held my family captive.

The moonlight filtered through the canopy of trees, casting a soft glow upon my path. With every step, I felt the weight of responsibility settling upon my shoulders, urging me to embrace my role in whatever may lie ahead.

As I made my way back to the forest house, the significance of the tapestry's image burned in my mind. The young woman walking beside the white wolf—it was me, unmistakably. The connection between the moon, the wolves, and my own existence was undeniable.

Questions swirled within me, a storm of uncertainty and curiosity. Why had this image appeared on the tapestry last night? What did it mean for my past, present, and future? And how did it all tie in with Damon's disappearance and my parent's deaths? and the enigmatic prophecy?

As I stepped into the house, the weight of the supernatural presence lingered in the air. It whispered in hushed tones, urging me to delve deeper, to unravel the mysteries that entwined our lives.

As I made my way to the kitchen to soothe my throbbing headache with a glass of water, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The forest seemed to hold its breath, as if anticipating the next chapter of my journey.

But when I entered the kitchen, I found more than just relief for my physical pain. Fresh supplies of food adorned the counters, as if someone had prepared them for my arrival. It was a comforting gesture amidst the enigma that surrounded me, a reminder that I was not alone in this quest. The sudden realisation that I had no clue how the food got here made me laugh a little hysterically to myself only to clutch my head in agony. Nothing was starting to surprise me anymore. 

I placed the journal on the  kitchen table, its pages filled with the unknown language that now held a profound significance. It was a link to my mother, a bridge between our worlds. I longed to decipher its secrets, to uncover the hidden messages that lay within those cryptic pages. Surely there was something in the attic that would help me un-code the language she used in her journal. 

The moon cast a soft glow through the kitchen window. I stood there, the cool tile floor beneath my feet grounding me in reality. As I reached for a glass of water to quench my pounding headache, my eyes caught a glimpse of movement outside the window. Startled, I turned my head, and my heart skipped a beat.

There, at the edge of the tree-line, were the amber eyes of the black wolf, locked onto me with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine. A gasp escaped my lips as I froze in place, my hands gripping the glass tightly. Those eyes, so wild and yet so familiar, held me captive in their gaze.

A jumble of emotions surged within me. Fear mingled with an inexplicable sense of connection, as if this creature held secrets that were meant for me alone. It was as if time stood still, and the world narrowed down to the silent exchange between me and the wolf.

I felt an unspoken invitation, an invisible pull drawing me closer. The wolf's presence seemed to hold a promise, a mysterious link to the unknown. But as much as I wanted to unravel its enigmatic gaze, caution held me back. I was keenly aware of the danger that lurked within those piercing eyes.

My hands trembled, causing the glass to shake, echoing the turmoil within me. Who was this wolf? Why was it here, watching me every night for the last two weeks? Was it a harbinger of something greater, or simply a creature of the wilderness, curious about an intruder in its territory?

A surge of curiosity mixed with apprehension coursed through my veins. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the wolf, its presence both captivating and unnerving. It felt as if there were a silent conversation passing between us, a connection that defied logic and rationality.

In that moment, I realized that I stood on the precipice of something extraordinary. The wolf, with its piercing gaze, held the key to unraveling the mysteries that surrounded me. But the unknown carried its own dangers, and I had to tread carefully.

I took a hesitant step closer to the window, my gaze locked with the wolf's. Its eyes flickered with a mixture of wisdom and primal instinct. As our gazes held, time seemed to stretch, and I couldn't help but wonder what this encounter meant for my own journey, for the secrets hidden within the moonlit forest.

But then, as if sensing my growing vulnerability, the wolf turned away, disappearing into the depths of the forest. I was left standing there, my heart racing, a strange mix of disappointment and relief washing over me. The encounter had ignited a fire within me, a hunger to uncover the truth. Tomorrow night, when the wolves came back, I would follow them and see where they were coming from. 

As I exhaled a shaky breath, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The black wolf, with its penetrating gaze, had awakened something within me, something that demanded answers. And I knew deep down, that to find those answers, I would have to venture deeper into the unknown, where danger and discovery awaited in equal measure.