2. Not my mates.

As our group arrived at the borders of the Bloodmoon pack territory, I found myself frozen in place, utterly awestruck by the magnificent sight before me. Just in time for the highly important pack meeting, but I could scarcely tear my eyes away from the splendor surrounding us.

The forests, lakes, and meadows stretched out in a panoramic vision of natural beauty. Yet it was the immense ancestral den rising at the center that truly commanded my attention, its sturdy timber walls so tall they seemed to pierce the sky itself. Around the entire territory shimmered a magical barrier, the shield crafted by none other than the esteemed Luna Freya herself.

We were even taught in school about how powerful she was as a white wolf.

But now, a new threat had emerged - whispers of dark witches growing in power, hinting at catastrophic changes that could shatter this hard-won tranquility. A shiver ran through me at the thought. Would Freya’s power be enough to protect us from whatever came next?

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