Beneath the harvest moon, Sullivan stands at the edge of the Midnight Pack's territory, the world around him enveloped in the soft glow of twilight. The distant silhouettes of his pack members can be seen, but he remains isolated in his thoughts, looking up at the harvest moon, until soft footsteps interrupt him and he mutters half to himself in thought "It feels like it’s always watching, doesn’t it? Like it always knows what we struggle with"
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