Chapter 30 The First Howl, the Final Mile

The night was alive. It hummed with energy, vibrant and electric. The moon hung high in the sky, a silver orb casting its glow over the forest, illuminating the trees, the rocks, the earth. The air was cool and crisp, tinged with the scent of pine, moss, and wildflowers. It was exhilarating, intoxic...

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