Tristan kept running, his paws pounded the earth, his heart racing with a newfound ferocity. He had never felt so alive, so free.As he ran, his senses grew sharper, his body stronger. He could smell the trees, hear the river flowing, and feel the moon's pull.Suddenly, he caught a scent, a familiar yet unknown smell. He followed it, his curiosity piqued.That's when he saw her, a wolf with piercing green eyes, her fur a shimmering silver."Who are you?" Tristan growled, his instincts on high alert.The wolf approached him, her tail wagging cautiously. "I'm Rosalind," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "And you are...?"Tristan hesitated, unsure of his identity. "I, I do not know," he admitted, his confusion evident.Rosalind's eyes locked onto his, a spark of recognition igniting. "You are like me," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "A werewolf."Tristan's mind reeled, the truth sinking in. He was a monster, a creature of legend.But Rosalind's words echoed in his m
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