As the moonlight bathed the ancient forest clearing, casting an eerie glow on the gathered werewolves, Lily couldn't help but feel the weight of their expectations upon her. Fenrir, the imposing alpha of the wolf pack, stood at her side, his emerald eyes fixed on her with a mix of hope and apprehension. Beside him stood several members of the pack, both males and females, their expressions a complex blend of grief and longing.
Among them was a woman with long, fiery-red hair and striking emerald eyes. She stood closest to the alpha, and Lily couldn't help but assume that she might be Fenrir's wife.
Nikolai watched from a distance, his piercing gaze never leaving Lily. He had brought her here with a purpose, and now it was time for her to reveal the unique gift hidden within her.
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