The Lust Cursed Luna
ILmarejecting my lycan matecursed lycan's scarred mate
Alastair led me toward an ancient giant tree that stood at the edge of the garden, near the woods.
“At the very least, this tree is over 5,000 years old," Alastair spoke, his voice carrying a touch of reverence. "The thing is known by the name Gilgi." He continued describing the tree's features, but my attention was diverted. My fingertips grazed the bark of the tree, the texture resembling swirling water, as if the tree had risen from the depths of the earth itself. My gaze followed the intricate patterns, feeling as though I could get lost in the intricate dance of nature.
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