The Wolf Among Wool

Under a bruised and brooding sky, the flock gathers—silent, watchful, almost reverent. But at the heart of this sea of black-faced sheep stands something else. Eyes too keen, snarl too sharp, a truth too wrong to ignore. It wears the wool, but not the soul. The beast, long hidden, no longer plays at disguise. This is not the predator that stalks from the shadows; it is the one that thrives within the herd, fangs bared, unafraid. A warning, or a prophecy: not all who follow are harmless, and not all monsters hide in the wild. Some lead.

size: 768 x 1344