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Amelia's heart thumped in her chest as they approached the werewolves' den. She could sense the anticipation and tension in the air, each step forward reminding her of the risks they were about to face. Soren gripped his sword tightly, his eyes sharp and focused. Lucius, though still feeling the weight of his dark past, stood tall beside them, determination etched on his face.

The den was eerily quiet as they cautiously made their way through its winding corridors. Amelia's senses tingled, alerting her to the presence of danger lurking just beyond their sight. Suddenly, the silence shattered as a bloodcurdling howl echoed through the den, followed by the sounds of snarls and growls.

Without a word, Soren and Lucius charged ahead, their weapons at the ready. Amelia followed closely behind, her mind swirling with a mixture of fear and adrenaline. As they entered a large chamber, they found themselves surrounded by a pack of menacing werewolves, their eyes glowing with an unholy light.

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