Wolfborn
Not being a citizen would make legally purchasing land difficult, if not impossible, so we’d have no choice but to squat.
Sasha and I traveled in our wolf forms for weeks, enduring the relentless darkness and brutal cold, temperatures plunging between negative thirty and negative forty degrees Celsius. The wind howled through the barren landscape, slicing through our fur like icy blades, but we kept moving, driven by necessity.
At night, we sought out whatever shelter we could find. Survival demanded efficiency, and warmth was scarce. We huddled together as we slept, pressed against each other to keep warm. It was a strange shift. We had always been friends, but never this close. Before the
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