Hogan’s POV As I walked in the middle of the forest, the sound of shattered glass emphasized the leaves being crunched under my feet. Tonight, I will go and report the border security situation to Philip, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. I always travel alone on the way to Philip’s house. But tonight, I felt lonelier than before. The forest has dark shadows of the voluminous trees and puzzled bushes. When I looked up, I saw the moon in the sky. It was so beautiful, a headlifter and an enchanter. But the beautiful moon, which was the core of life for werewolves like me, wasn’t enough to ease my sorrow. In times like this, I remembered certain people, who were huge parts of my life. Yet guilt, disappointment, and hatred filled the void of our histories. The longing to see them again was like a bitter pill that was hard to swallow. Mainly because I was the one to blame for it. 'It was my fault.' My friends died because of my curse. This loneliness and deep hatred to myself w
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