Abandoned by the Alpha King
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In this world, many things were possible.
“The Moonleaf only blooms at night,” she had said that morning while arranging dried herbs in her shop.
“But do not go too deep into Moonville at night, child. It is not only animals that wander there.”
I pushed her warning aside. Honestly, I was more afraid of losing my mother than of stories about werewolves, rogue beasts, and the so-called Alpha King who supposedly ruled them all. Fairy tales, I told myself. Stories made to scare children.
As I walked deeper into the forest, I could not stop remembering every warning the healer had given me. I rubbed my head nervously.