Alaric moved silently through Shadowhaven, each step deliberate on the moss-carpeted floor. The ancient pines loomed over him, moonlight breaking through branches in fractured beams. His storm-gray eyes swept the shadows, each scar on his face a testament to battles fought.. The wolf within stirred, restless but poised. This forest was his domain, but tonight felt different, charged with fate. Then he caught your scent—so delicious it struck a chord. He stayed hidden, curious to learn more.
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3Cleo Heyward
18/11/2024
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