Black Moon
The man now known as Kyle Lowan approaches the newly expanded border of the Black Moon territory, slowing his pace so he can keep an eye out for patrols. He knows they’ll be on top of him as soon as they catch his scent, if the reputation of this pack holds any clues for what he can expect in the next few moments. Most people would be terrified approaching the border of a pack with such a ruthless reputation, especially smelling like a rogue, but this man has trained his whole life for situations much like this one. “Kyle” is the name he will answer to for the foreseeable future, but it was not the name given to him by his mother. That name has been forgotten long ago, because for the past 50 years he has been known only by his ranks. First, when he was taken in by The Council as a recent
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