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Elliot's pov

As the night sky darkened and the moon rose higher, its radiant beams cast an ethereal glow over the park. I stood beneath its mesmerizing light, my senses heightened and attuned to the slightest hint of danger. There was an eerie stillness in the air, a foreboding sense that something sinister lurked in the shadows.

And then, as if summoned by the moon's luminous presence, a figure emerged from the darkness. Its eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, and its fangs glistened with a predatory hunger. It was a werewolf, an adversary from a rival pack, and it wasted no time in launching its attack.

Instinct kicked in, and I swiftly maneuvered, evading the werewolf's ferocious strikes. With every move, I assessed the situation, calculating my chances of escape. I knew I had to get back to the palace and warn Roman about the impending danger. I sprinted with all my might, my heart pounding in my chest.

As I reached the palace gates, I burst through the entrance, my brea