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Raymond hurried towards the night blind alley, exhausted, dehydrated, and the adrenaline that had coursed through his veins earlier now fading and breathing in. He slowly stopped and now blindly walked and thought about his mission. It was accomplished, and he had delivered the message. That's what matters most, yet he was dreading the idea of leaving the young woman in the mansion.Raymond, look up; the stars filled the sky like pale corn on freshly turned ground. It was the promise of life in the darkness—a sense of warmth springing from the cold—that swept him to his skin. It was a vastness to bring humility and an eternal space to bring gratitude for the cosiness of home, yet he was far from home. No matter the years that passed, Raymond saw each night sky as a fresh gift given anew. It was the moment anyone who knew him would see his eyes smile and his breathing deepen just a little, yet the worry never left him. What happened to the mansion was not his problem, nor was it his mi

Tommy and Casey had decided to have a week of adventure, competing to win the inaugural London Summit Awards. But his group unfortunately encountered a blizzard, so some retreated and some stayed and called for a rescue. However, being the adventurous he was, he stays and risks the unforgiving blizzard, together with a beautiful woman he met on this grand venture of his life. Casey.Holding hands, she strolled in the cold terrain and hoped to find a shelter. The cold weather comes to doodle upon the trees that were now covered in white, sculpting ice crystals as the north wind brings the snow.Tommy dabbed the sweat from his forehead, then continued to shovel the snow from the floor of the snow cave. They have no choice but to make a makeshift shelter. Through the dimming light outside, he could see the enormous flakes of snow floating to the ground. This blizzard had caught Casey and him off guard, and now they were being forced to build a snow cave to wait out the storm. The wail of

Andrew's group hurriedly sprinted to the scent of the feral werewolf. He knew it was Tomas. Diana murmured, "Andrew, can you smell what I—”“Yes,” he intruded.“We need to hurry.”“That is what we are doing.”She rolled her eyes.Breathing heavily, Raymond and Eve followed suit and reached the riverbanks in no time. Andrew stopped abruptly when he saw the massive creatures. A huge, vicious jet black werewolf with a broad body and stocky legs, a long snout, and raven shaggy hair with red, fiery eyes. It lay on the bank of the river and seemed like it was finally awake and now glaring at them. Slowly, he covered Diana with his body and told Eve and Raymond to back away a little. “Stay hidden. I will handle this.”"Oh, bloody hell no, Andrew, that thing is massive." Diana saw nothing like this before. The stiffness on its muscles told her the beast had been worrying; it was not just an ordinary feral, it looked at Andrew with a knowing, intelligent look.“Diana, trust me, Tomas is feral

In the afternoon, when Alpha Henry arrived at the misty woods where Eve and Raymond camped, he shifted into his human form, butt-naked. He looked for something to cover himself and found a banana leaf and wrapped it around his exposed manhood. He tied it carefully around his waist and then whispered a safe passage to the hidden cottage of Eve. Few knew about it, yet he was one of those few who was fortunate enough to know the precise location of her hidden camp.Whispering words to the garlands, the foggy cottage was now visible as he knocked on the door and silently waited for Eve to open it. Surveying the surroundings, he noticed how the front door opened slightly and the enclosed, tiny stone porch carried the aroma of flowers and the warmth of the home. The old wooden veranda was where one would relax when the chance of a conversation with passing neighbours was welcome, but it was all covered in mud and drops of recent blood.On the left side, some plants reached up past the woode

The next morning, Raymond reached the other side of the valley. Behind him, below him, and ahead of him, it was all the same. Then he examined a bald eagle on the tree; it looked into the distance like it was contemplating something philosophical. If it wasn't just a bird in the early fall sunshine and feathers were as shiny, then he might believe that it was giving him a warning enough to give him goosebumps.Minutes passed, and he was almost to the mountain range when he heard a long whistle, signalling for something. He halted, breathless, as he scanned his surroundings, and his head snapped up. His brown, liquid eyes swirled in a stormy vigilance.What was that? He asked himself and tried to calm down. Raymond heeded the sound, and his eyes darted everywhere.Another whistle.He smiled. It was a whistle that he recognized. His fears vanished immediately, and he turned towards where the sound came from. A little smile graced his lips as the familiarity of it gave him wonderful memo