Prologue

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The creature had such prowess and grace, vibrant obsidian against the luminescence of the moon. It was unlike any wolf I've ever seen, and the biggest wolf I'd seen. A true emissary of the night, bound by the waxing and waning of the moon.

But its insidious yellow eyes glowered at me and any appreciation of its beauty became overshadowed by fear.

This is the end, and death was knocking at my door.

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