Snow Luna
Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power.
As the car turned a gentle bend, the town emerged like a secret tucked into the heart of the woods. Small homes with wooden walls and wide porches dotted the hillside, some with lines of drying laundry flapping in the breeze. Smoke curled from chimneys, and children ran barefoot through the grass, their laughter echoing across the road. The heart of the pack was both wild and domestic, free yet deeply bound.
The forest eventually gave way to a massive iron gate etched with runes, guarded by two warriors in uniform. The m
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