The Reborn Luna
I can't let this creature overpower me.
Gritting my teeth, I launch myself at the werewolf, aiming for his vulnerable sides. But he easily deflects my attacks, his sheer strength overwhelming me. With a forceful swipe, he sends me sprawling across the room.
"Impressive," he sneers, closing the distance between us with each step.
I scramble to my feet, blood dripping from my wounds. "Who are you?" I demand, trying to buy myself some time.
The werewolf chuckles darkly. "Call me Fenrir. And you, my dear, are just a little plaything for me to enjoy."
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