Curse of the Moon
If they need back their crates, they shall have them, but not my head.
I started to run, dodging drooling teeth sharp enough to snap me in half. The woods will be an hour from the house. With wolves on my tail and their great sense of smell, it will not be an easy way out even if I have the upper hand of knowing the routes and way. If the gods blessed me tonight, there will be no guards scouting the forest. I prayed hard despite my broken faith. The Moon loves his subjects, and I'm still one of them. Surely, she had not relinquished me just yet.
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