The Rise Of A Slave
It caught my attention real good as I shifted my gaze into the sky. The pink moon captivated my gaze as, without me knowing, I smiled for the first time in a while. I felt warmth, I felt freedom I felt like I was deeply connected with the moon I was still in a trance when suddenly, I caught a smell, a strange but alluring scent that suddenly pulled me back to reality for a moment, I felt my dead heart starting to beat again It was an inexplicable feeling, similar to that of a withering flower being sprinkled with the sweet rain, I don’t have a wolf, but I grew up among werewolves and I’ve smelled countless werewolves, but none of them have ever stirred so much, is this the direction? Unfortu
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