We walk through the door into a large room, bookshelves lining all but one wall. A door off to the the left, with a staircase going to the second floor next to it. I glance at all the books, seeing too many to count. I look to the wall with no books. A fireplace burns bright in the middle of it with 2 large paintings hanging above it, one a man and one a wolf. My eyes stay glued to the paintings as I study them. One a man, and one a wolf. The man is painted to be tall, full of muslces. Hair blacker than night, with emerald green eyes staring right back at me. I look to the wolf, his fur the same as the mans hair, the saem emerald eyes starieng at me. "That is the first werewolf...." "Samual Redwood.' I say, cuttin Talon off. "We never had paintings of him, but we learned everything there was to know about him. He was just a human that fell in love with moon, and she fell in love with him. She made a human form to come down to be with him, then blessed him with the wolf.." I stop
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