The crimson moon cast an eerie glow over the shifter colony as you stood at the forest’s edge, Fen at your side, his fox ears twitching.
Shadows slithered unnaturally through the trees, and the elders’ chant echoed in the distance:
“The prophecy begins tonight.”
Fen glanced at you, his eyes filled with worry.
“If it’s true,” he whispered, “then you’re the key—to our salvation or our end.”
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