Howl of the Unchosen

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endless ocean. Somehow, life flourished in this desolate terrain-plants, animals, and magic thrived in harmo

oth sides realized their interdependence. Human innovation became vital to werewolf survival and adaptation, while werewolf strength and control over the clima

they could not understand. It concealed werewolf transformations and gatherings, blurring the line between reality and myth. The mist clouded human judgment, making them

at pierced the mist. This tribe had forged the original pact with the werewolves centuries ago, ensuring mutual protection and peace

tors', allowing her to see the world's hidden truths. Growing up, Lena often felt out of place, burdened by the weight of

she resolved to delve deeper into the unknown. But he

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intense gaze locked onto hers, and for a moment, she forgot her mission. His vo

ied, her tone steady des

let her wander further. But Lena's determination outweighed his caution. Without

o reveal a hidden expanse of land, dotted with intricate buildings and vibrant activit

uffled by a firm hand covering her mouth. Panic surged through her as her surroundings blurred,

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ded, her voice sh

nted. "This is werewolf territory. There's a festival ton

lm, surprising him. "That exp

wed. "You're n

've always seen things that others don't.

pite himself. She wasn't afraid, yet he kne

na pleaded, her voic

e lifted her onto his shoulders, his touch sparking an unexplainable electricity between them. Ig

kly they had escaped. Her gratitude was evident, and before she co

ons he couldn't suppress. Acting on impulse, he captured her

at would change th