Cyrus POV:I shall now continue to lay my eyes on the nothingness of this earth.Nothing is my favorite color, I love all shades of it, pitch darkness, where I can see nothing. I prefer to listen.The world may be shrouded in darkness, but my senses are heightened. I can hear the rustling of the trees, the scurrying of small animals, and the distant howls of my pack. But there is something else, a faint sound that doesn't belong. It's a whisper, a melody, a calling. I close my eyes and focus, allowing the melody to guide me deeper into the forest.I smell something. My wolf smells it too, something different. Something I have never smelled before, there was something, it was far but it was near at the same timeThe scent is intoxicating, a mixture of lavender and honey, with a hint of something wild and untamed. It stirs something deep within me, a longing, a need. My wolf growls in agreement, urging me to follow the scent.I move swiftly through the trees, the scent growing stronger
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