Rayne

Amidst the fury of a rain-lashed night, a woman with an ethereal grace remains motionless as a wolf, its eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light, grips her hand in its jaws. Her long, moonlit hair whips around her, and her white shirt seems to shimmer against the darkness, untouched by the chaos of the storm. The wolf, far from a mere beast, exudes an aura of fierce loyalty, its stance both protective and possessive. This is a scene from a forgotten legend, where the boundaries between human and beast blur into something mystical. The woman, with her gaze that pierces the veil of reality, appears to be a keeper of ancient secrets, while the wolf stands as her eternal sentinel. Together, they embody a timeless bond, forged in the crucible of mystery and magic, waiting for the moment their story will be unveiled to the world.