Moonlit Secrets
Today, the biting mountain frost was beginning to retreat, leaving the earth soft and yielding beneath the boots of a new generation.
Xander stood at the center of the field. He wore no armor, only a simple, dark canvas tunic and durable trousers. His massive frame still cast a long, imposing shadow across the plateau, and the faint, pearlescent scars of his past battles were clearly visible on his forearms. Yet, the terrifying, coiled-spring tension that had once defined his every movement was entirely absent. He stood with his hands loosely clasped behind his back, his golden amber eyes sweeping over the forty young wolves gathered before him.
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