ManoBeli2
The werewolf stood taller than any man, its shape balanced between human and beast. Thick silver-black fur covered its body like living armor, catching the moonlight with a cold, ghostly shine. Its shoulders were broad, muscles moving like coiled ropes beneath the skin, built for speed and violence.
Its face was a wolf's, but with something unmistakably human in the eyes - a deep, burning gold filled with intelligence, pain, and memory. When it breathed, mist curled from its mouth, and its teeth were long, curved, and sharp enough to tear through bone.
Claws like obsidian hooks extended from its hands, clicking softly as it moved, leaving marks in stone and earth alike. Every step was silent, controlled, deliberate - the walk of a predator that knew nothing feared it.
When it howled, the sound was not just noise.
It was a command.
The forest listened.
The night obeyed.
And the moon answered.
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