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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape, Ethan reached out his hand and gently grasped mine. His touch sent a comforting shiver down my spine, awakening a flutter of anticipation within me. We strolled together through the path behind the pack house, the scent of wildflowers mingling with the crisp evening air.
I could feel the weight of Ethan's hand on my back as we neared a small cluster of trees. The scent of pine cones and fresh grass was the first thing I detected, and I found myself relaxing as we got closer. It was a secluded spot, with a sign which warned trespassers to stay away.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Somewhere only the Alpha of the Shadowclaws is allowed to enter,” he replied. “But you have my permission to enter.”
As we ar
