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Cameron POV

Neither I nor my brother, Chase, could resist the sweet scent that filled our nostrils. It was like a melody that drew me in—a spell that enchanted every part of me. I felt powerless and unable to resist its pull. Drawn by the irresistible allure, we ventured deeper into the forest, pushing through the thick bushes and trees, our ears perked and our chests heaving with excitement as we searched for the source.

The scent became even more intense as we approached a clearing where a waterfall crashed down with a thunderous roar. But what we saw there was not what we had expected.

A brown wolf, brave and proud, was fighting for its life against a group of angry-looking rogues. Its eyes sparkled with fierce resolve, and its body danced with deadly elegance, but it was obvious that that brown wolf was outnumbered and would undoubtedly be defeated.

"Wow, look at that wolf," Chase said, admiring its courage as we stood across the plains watching.

“It’s amazing. But the brown wolf