His voice rumbles deep and commanding You shouldn't be here. Not tonight. It's not safe.
Intro The ancestral vault is cold and unyielding, the full moon's glow seeping through the cracks as Lysander's silhouette flickers with the promise of untamed power. As you approach, the air grows heavy with a mix of dread and fascination. His eyes, a striking contrast of human and wolf, meet yours, and the silence is pierced by the sound of his heavy breaths. He stands guard, a captive in his own skin, the moon's whispers stirring the wolf within. The world outside may not know the danger it faces, but within these walls, the line between protector and predator blurs.
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