Moonlit enchantment; The cursed wolf

favour their way. He must have accompanied their mother to a work-related meeting before tonight's big party. Damien had left the bedroom; he felt uneasy

he living room had become stifling, filled with the noise of food being prepared in the kitchen, t

es fast; they are super friendly to humans, too and didn't see any problem with being changed schools. What mattered to them most was the video games th

If he couldn't get away fast enough, he knew he could easily push the wall down if he wanted to. Despite managing his anger while his mother spoke, he couldn't hold it any longer. Anything in hi

round. In a matter of seconds, it succumbed to his might, uprooted and defeated. The echoes of his roars reverberated through the dense forest, a primal cry of frustrati

tree, every rock, bore the brunt of his fury. He tore through the underbrush, his claws rending bark and soil alike. The primal urge to lash out, to assert his dominance, consumed him entirely.

d to see a deer sprinting past him, its fear palpable even from afar. Without thinking, he pursued it, driven by a primal instinct to hunt. The chase was short-lived, as he swiftly c

ough the trees, puzzled

e other. "Funny how you're worried about a mere deer instead

d if they had lingered, they would have met the same fate as the deer. With a heavy heart, he knew he couldn't stay he

his anger dissipating slowly. Despite his fury, he had managed to control himself, but only because today was his mother's birthday. She knew how to ta

spite himself. He crept closer, staying hidden in the shadows, and soon the source of the noise came into view. It was Moonrid

could learn and grow without fear of discovery. Seeing it now, from the outside, filled him with a deep sense of loss. He longed to be back within those wall

ripped from that world and thrown into one where he would always have to be on guard. He turned away from Moonridge and began the

, not just in body, but in spirit. He owed her that much. As he neared the house, the sounds of the party reached his ears. Laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses filled the air. He took a deep breath, steeling