I thought I was alone... until I heard branches snap behind me. Then—those eyes. Pale, glowing, watching. He stepped from the shadows—towering, fur matted with blood, claws dripping. 'Leave,' he growled, voice ragged like broken stone. 'Before I forget what little man is left in me.' I should’ve run. But I couldn’t move. Not with death staring me down like that."that werewolf was now an death sentence for me....
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