My Mate's Father Claimed Me
Walking toward the open arched doors of the council hall, I looked out over the valley.
Mystic Hollows lay stretched below him, bathed in the pale, eerie light of a sun that seemed to have lost its heat. The town was quiet, usually, this time of morning was filled with the sounds of hammers, the shouting of traders, and the playful yips of pups.
Today, it felt crowded with silence, wolves stood in their doorways instead of going about their business. Elders sat on stone benches, staring at the dirt between their feet as if expecting the ancient earth to open a mouth and speak.
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