The cold silver light of the moon bathed the ancient forest in a pale, ethereal glow, casting long shadows that danced with the rustling trees as Desmond led Jack deeper down the path of dead leaves. Twigs cracked beneath their feet and the faint howls of distant wolves echoed like ghosts through the night. Desmond moved with silent purpose, his frame a blur between trees, his keen senses on high alert. Beside him, Jack kept pace, less sure of himself but equally focused.Desmond was eager to find the beast and kill it before anyone else could. His desperation to win this part of the Moon Festival was evident in the way he moved around the forest with purpose. They weren’t alone. All around them, hidden behind the thick foliage or darting across the trees, other wolves were part of the great Moon Festival hunt. But as Desmond walked through the underbrush, the other participants melted away like mist, keeping a safe distance. His reputation preceded him, and no one wanted to cat
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