In the north of Zealand there is a small town called Jonrut. They walk among us, eat, sleep, earn money and start a family, but their main skeleton in the closet is the full moon.Lykander stands on the edge of a cliff and looks into the sky, waiting for the Moon to appear. Today is the full moon and he turns into a werewolf. The wind ruffled Lycander's hair and black leather cloak. LYKANDER: "How a scarlet shield floats over the sea, The long-familiar lunar shield". - he grinned.
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