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Liam crept through the trees in the boundary, his senses heightened as he made his way closer to the werewolf pack. He knew he had to be careful, one wrong move and he would be discovered. But he was determined to see Penelope, his mate. He moved swiftly, weaving through the trees and dodging branches with ease.

As he passed by the guards in the boundary, he could sense their confusion. They knew something had just passed by, but they couldn't quite put their finger on it. He smiled to himself, knowing he was too skilled to be caught. The dark night was his ally and the woods were his playground.

The ripped guards were a formidable sight, standing tall and imposing at the entrance of the palace. Their muscles bulged beneath their armor, giving them an intimidating physique. Their broad shoulders were adorned with the symbol of the werewolf pack, and their piercing eyes scanned the area for any potential threats. They were truly the elite guards, handpicked for their strength, speed and