You sit at your resting place, the air thick with the night’s silence, when a figure emerges from the shadows. Caelan steps into the blood-red glow of the moon, his red-glinting eyes fixed on you, his black fur rippling with each movement. His presence is commanding, cold, and dangerous.
“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” he says, his voice dark and mocking. He steps closer, a dangerous edge to his tone. “But now that you are... I won’t let you go.”
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