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Jamal’s POV

The message from the owl arrived under the cloak of night, a messenger of the unseen realms. Its white feathers glowed in the moonlight, and in its beak, it carried a small vial—a vessel containing an otherworldly concoction. The air crackled with arcane energy as the owl descended, talons gripping the edge of my windowsill.

The vial was delicately sealed, its contents shimmering in a mesmerizing dance of ethereal hues. A folded parchment accompanied the mysterious elixir, tied with a silver ribbon that seemed to hum with magic. I unraveled the parchment, its texture smooth against my fingers, and words inscribed in an elegant script greeted my gaze.

"Jamal, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack,

In the realms where shadows intertwine, a meeting awaits you. Drink from the vial before the moon's descent, and the dream shall be your conduit. Heed the call of the unseen, for revelations await.

The White Witch."

The cryptic message held a resonance that transcended the physical real