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Unknown The wind blows through my hair as I watch Dark Moon Packhouse from my place beyond the trees. I sensed Hel and Kayson arrive, which is what brought me here, watching like a stalker. Hand in hand, they walked into that massive house. I wormed my way into this pack of Lycans easily. Even the Mighty Fenrir couldn’t sense anything off with me. Sure, Fenrir took a week or so to initiate me into the pack. But I’m good with words and won him over. It wasn’t easy, but I wouldn’t have expected it to be. As soon as I became a pack member, Fenrir and his family took off to his wife’s birth pack. Fenrir gave me a warrior position, which I’ve taken full advantage of. I’ve brought my own fighting tactics to these Lycans and taught them things no one else ever could. I’m not here to take ove
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