Chapter 3 The Werewolf Called Cyrus

• Cyrus point of view. I shall now continue to lay my eyes on the nothingness of this earth.
• Nothing is my favorite color. I love all shades of it, pitch darkness, where I can see nothing. I prefer to listen.
• The world may be shrouded in darkness, but my senses are heightened. I can hear the rustling of the trees, the scurrying of small animals, and the distant howls of my pack. But there is something else, a faint sound that doesn't belong. It's a whisper, a melody, a calling. I close my eyes and focus, allowing the melody to guide me deeper into the forest.