Josephine's POVMoonlight, filtered through a canopy of ancient oaks, painted the forest floor in silver stripes. My boots, worn soft by countless nocturnal ramblings, crunched on fallen leaves, the only sound besides the rhythmic thump of my own heart.Fear, a familiar friend, slithered through my veins, but not the cowering kind. This was the thrill of the forbidden, the anticipation of a secret world just beyond the veil of night.I was on my way to the Moonfall Clearing, the sacred hunting ground of the Blackfur pack, a lycanthrope community shrouded in myth and legend. My connection to them? My blood, a whisper of wolf passed down through generations in my family. It was my mother's original pack before moving to Killian's Nightcrest pack.The air grew thick with the musky scent of pine and wet earth, a primal cocktail that quickened my pulse. My senses, honed by years of solitary nights, picked up the subtle symphony of the forest, the rustle of unseen creatures, the distant hoo
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