The Lunar prophecy
Third person POV
In Nevada's dark forest, two werewolves stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a tense stare. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Their chests rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken words, and the trees loomed above, as if waiting for something to happen.
The first wolf's voice trembled with a mix of fear and hostility as he asked, "What do you want from me?" His eyes darted back and forth, searching for any sign of deception or hidden motives.
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