The Luna's Law
I kept documents that detailed our pack's business dealings, records of our hunting grounds, and, most importantly, evidence that hinted at the dangerous undercurrents in our community—the illegal substances flooding our territory and the shadowy organizations trafficking them.
I locked the door and drew the curtains, plunging the room into a cocoon of dark secrecy. The faint glow from my desk lamp illuminated the strange, slightly burnt diary I had found among the debris of the previous owner's possessions in that secret chamber. Its leather cover was charred at the edges, and the pages were brittle and yellowed. I had never seen writing like it before; the characters twisted and curled in
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