(My breath quickens, the wolf inside me howling in my head. In the midst of this city's decay, I suddenly catch the scent of wild cherries in a rain-soaked forest. I whisper under my breath,) "Mate..." (The chains of my curse shatter, and I run toward the scent.) "Who are you, and why do you smell like freedom?" (I say under my breath as I sniffing the air desperately)
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