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The girl from the woods. The gir

e's Elena Stormfang, the daughter of the rival alpha. The heiress of

dart around, looking for an escape or a threat. Her chestnut hair falls over h

er. Something I can't explain

d among the tall trees, feeling their rough bark like old skin. The sun filters through the leaves, makin

and gold – the colors of summer's end. The breeze touches my hair and skin, and

– an owl, squirrels, birds. I feel at home here, with my pack and my land. I know every secret and pa

werewolves have a community and an understandi

is a shadow over us, a reminder of a past of conflicts and battles. We coexist,

ts secrets are in my soul, and every time I explore its depths, I fe

d see my pack me

r of the pack. She's always caring for the wounded

is daring, fearless, and always seeking new challenges and thrills, and there's Marcus, my loyal and witty best friend who serves as my beta. He's always by my side, r

lls out, intentionally disrupting the tranquility of the moment. I pause for a moment, knowing exactly whe

d chick go?" James prods, his

ecision. "What did you want me to do? Kill her?" My voice is steady, bu

mes retorts with a nonchalant

e's not a threat, James," I respond, trying to keep my tone measu

refusing to back down. "

rustration. Arguing with James will only lead to more tension, and

explain, attempting to maintain my calm demeanor. "She didn't pos

clearly not satisfied with my response. "Los

him. He wouldn't understand the conflict I felt when I saw her in the woods. She was terrifie

go. I can't help but wonder if I'll see her again, and what I'll do if I do.

ying to provoke me further. I feel a growl building in my

around, waiting for me to feed them. My role as leader and provider takes precedence over my

s of being alpha, James mutters something under his breath.

th a flash of intensity. The rest of the pack

me, offering quiet support. They trust my judgment as t

n opportunity to taunt me. I fight the urge to let my emoti

at matters, and I won't let anyone

es James and the rest of the pack just continues talking. They know better

serving it to the younger werewolves and the others who

y pack. I love taking care of them,

playing and laughing.

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