Where The Wolf Prays

They say the woods belong to beasts. They say girls who walk too far never come back. But Raveena has never been afraid of old stories. By day, she is the perfect daughter—obedient, pious, promised. By night, she gathers what only grows under the moon. And in the silence between her prayers, something begins to answer. Something ancient. Something hungry. Now, the village prays louder. Blood stains the altar steps. And Raveena begins to dream of teeth, of fire, of a voice that calls her witch like it’s a blessing. What lives in the woods is not human. What lives in her is not asleep. When desire begins to taste like sin, and sin begins to feel like truth, Raveena must choose what burns—and what rises from the ashes. Not all monsters come to feed. Some come to worship.