After becoming the Snow Werewolf, Arin protected the snowy mountains every night. The villagers no longer feared the white shadow running across the hills. They believed a spirit of winter was guarding them.
But one winter night, something strange happened.
The snow began to melt even though the temperature was freezing. The wind stopped. The forest became silent.
Arin felt it immediately.
"Something is wrong…" he growled softly.
Under the bright full moon 🌙, he transformed into the Snow Werewolf again and ran across the mountains. Suddenly he saw something terrifying.
A giant creature made of black ice stood on the frozen lake. Its body cracked like broken glass and its eyes burned like blue fire.
It was the Frost King, an ancient monster that had been sleeping under the ice for hundreds of years.
"I have awakened," the Frost King thundered. "These mountains belong to me."
The ground shook. Ice spikes rose from the snow.
Arin stepped forward bravely. His white fur glowed under the moonlight.
"These mountains are protected," he said. "You will not destroy them."
The Frost King laughed loudly.
"You are just a boy wearing a wolf's skin."
The battle began.
The Frost King threw giant ice spears, but Arin jumped quickly across the snow. He ran faster than the storm, climbing cliffs and leaping through the air.
Finally, Arin used the power of the winter moon. Snow started swirling around him like a blizzard.
With a powerful roar, he slammed his claws into the frozen ground.
A huge wave of snow and ice trapped the Frost King inside a giant glacier.
The monster roared as it slowly froze again.
"I will return…" the Frost King whispered before disappearing inside the ice.
The storm ended. The mountains became peaceful again.
Arin stood on the highest peak, looking at the quiet village lights below.
He knew the danger was not completely gone.
But as long as the snow fell and the moon shined, the Snow Werewolf would always be there to protect the mountains. ❄️🐺🌙