Nikolai.The piano room was dark except for the faint light slipping in from outside. It barely reached the piano, only casting a dull glow across the polished white surface while the rest of the room remained buried in shadows. I sat on the couch with a glass of whiskey in my hand, staring at the instrument silently..Moonless nights always weaken wolves.We drew strength from the moon, from its presence, from its pull, and on nights like this my wolf felt quieter inside me, too weak to properly guard my thoughts. Memories always found a way in during nights like this. The kind I spent years trying to bury.I took another sip of whiskey and leaned back against the couch slowly, but it was already too late.I was sinking again.Back into the past.I could still remember that night clearly.I had been six years old when I heard my mother screaming again.It happened so often back then that my body already knew what to do before my mind could even process it. I had climbed out of bed qui
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