New Moon/Wounded

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A haze took over, covering his vision.


He couldn’t muster half a thought, his brain sluggish. Where was he? Why was he here? 


He dragged his eyes to the cluster of shadows, illuminated solely by the moonlight trickling through the tree branches.

The shadows bared their vicious teeth, the rumble escaping their throats chilling and burning him to the bone. But he was paralyzed, to their mercy, as a heat grew from his heart, spreading throughout his body.

His eyes flickered to honeyed fur. Then, all he saw was black.

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