#85

The border loomed before me, a threshold between the familiar territory of the pack and the unknown realm where I was to meet the mysterious werewolf. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape. My heart thudded in my chest as I stepped hesitantly into the neutral ground.

He was already there, waiting. His silhouette stood against the backdrop of the setting sun, a figure draped in shadows. As I approached, his eyes met mine, and a knowing smirk played on his lips.

"So, you decided to come," he remarked, the hint of satisfaction evident in his voice.

I squared my shoulders, my nerves masked by a facade of determination. "Let's get straight to the point. What do you want, and how can you help me?"

He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Impatient, aren't we? Patience is a virtue, my dear Cari."

I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to snap back at him. "Cut the cryptic talk. I have things to do, and I don't trust easily."

He circ