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Justin had magic. Chuckling Eddy called out, “impressive.” Justin paired Eddy no mind as the wraiths lurking at the walls charged. Justin rolled to the side to avoid a clumsy jab before slashing lightening at the nearing wraiths. He was always out of reach of the wraiths deadly talons as he danced about. The wraiths screeched and Justin wavered, earning a slash to the arm. He growled before slicing through them like they were nothing.

Before anyone could answer, they heard a knock on the door. "Yeah, I can hear it now." "Who is there?" Hoots yelled as he walked towards the door. Hoots opened the door, and he looked at the visitor - the unexpected visitor. "Groots?"

Suddenly, they finally got to the forest, and they saw the entrance of the forest, the guards were gripped with fear, and the kind of sound that was heard over there, they had not heard that for a very long time The ruffed grouse's drumming may be heard for up to a quarter mile or more. … And its sound is very scary as fuck and suddenly, a sound was heard as well hoo-ha HOO-hoo-hoo!!! That happened to be the sound of the great horned Owl They became more scared and some of the guards were shaking already Apologies my lord, what is the name of this forest that we were sent to, and can we be able to go inside this forest and still come out alive?

"Who then..." When I heard that noise coming from the dark part of the forest, I saw a hand hanging down, probably from someone. Suddenly, when I saw her wrist was red, I got very nervous. I took one step, and the same one came towards us. I stared at the hand until I saw who it belonged to a few seconds later. "Ady!" ---- Damon's POV

As they got closer to the door and the music got louder, Hazel wished she was born deaf so that she would be spared the torment of listening to the tune. She could also hear laughter and the voices of lots of people. It sounded like it was a party going on. They got to the door and just as Hazel was walking by, the door flew open bringing with it the terrible music that had been locked behind it and also the drunken laugh from the most despicable looking being she had ever set her eyes on. Hazel gasped and jumped back when her eyes landed on the heavyset, short being with horns. He resembled an obese, disabled ram and had a face that would have been a perfect cast for a horror movie.

‘We need to destroy the fountain! Seconds later, she heard the thundering sounds. She felt the vibrations beneath her paws and then saw the army of creatures with glowing purple eyes approaching them. “What the hell have you done?” Hansson shouted as he stood from the fountain. He started to chant and wave his hands, sending the creatures flying to the sides, but he only had two hands, and there were so many of the beasts. When Hansson saw he couldn’t stop him, he teleported away from the fountain to keep himself safe.

The angelic music played in the speakers around the pack. The torches were lit along the streets and the moon shone brightly in the center of the sky. A shadow was cast over the edge as the blood moon began to form and once it was fully merged it would be time, and later on when the the blood moon begun to pull from its form the horn would blow- indicating that the Hunt had begun. “Are you nervous?” My little sister, Mathilda, asked me. “Hazel isn’t nervous, sweetheart, this is an honor. One that you too might experience in a few years if you’re lucky.” I shifted on the bed and suppressed the growing anger towards my mother.

The horizon was streaked in gold and orange, like flame behind the treetops. I breathed in the cool dusk air and smiled. Yeah. Let nature run its course. Just as I was stepping out onto the gravel path near the edge of the woods when I heard it. A scream. Not a startled yelp or some scared and desperate plea. No, this one was deep—raw, guttural, agonized. It tore out of Walter's lungs like something was being ripped from his very soul. And it didn't stop. It kept coming. Louder, higher, cracking at the edges like a thread pulled too tight.

The world, the sound, the cold… it all just stopped. My mate. He had said it. In front of everyone. The word, the claim, hit the pack like a bolt of lightning. They erupted. A roar of fury, of possession, of approval. Ares let the sound wash over us, his face like carved stone. He raised his hand again. Instant silence. "The Hallowed Hunt demands a cleansing!" he roared. "Tonight, we purge the rot! Tonight, we purge… Quinn of the House of Stone!" A low, booming, hollow horn sounded from somewhere below.

He swung his heavy travel satchel, slamming it into the Hound’s head. The beast didn't bleed; it exploded into a cloud of shredded fine print. But three more were right behind it. "Cian! The other whistle!" I screamed. Mina pulled her whistle, the one marked 'The Queen’s Heart' and blew a note so high and pure it sounded like a bell ringing in a cathedral. The world stopped. The Hounds froze mid leap. The falling leaves hung in the air like suspended ink droplets. "The whistle doesn't call for help," the Postmaster’s voice echoed in the stillness. "It calls for Perspective."