(Luna Bella's POV) I moved through the crowd, reveling in the energy that pulsed through the clearing. Laughter, music, and the sweet aroma of food filled the air, creating an atmosphere of joyous celebration. Amidst the festivities, my attention was drawn to a lone figure standing by the edge of the clearing.Curiosity piqued, I approached the werewolf, his silver fur shimmering under the moonlight. His gaze was focused, lost in thought. As I came closer, he turned to me, his eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and determination."I," I called out, my voice carrying a gentle concern. "You seem deep in thought. Is something troubling you?"He met my gaze, and I sensed a familiar longing within him—a desire for connection and understanding. The journey toward unity was not without its challenges, and not every wolf found solace in the embrace of our pack. I had learned that some wounds ran deep, reaching beyond the surface of physical battles.He sighed, his voice tinged with a hint of
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