KATERINA'S POV
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The moon hung low in the sky, casting an silver glow over the silent woods. A shiver coursed through me as I moved stealthily through the underbrush, my steps carefully calculated to avoid any telltale noise. The night was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the tension coiled within me.
Nathaniel's recent behavior had left me restless, a nagging sense of unease gnawing at my insides. He had grown even more resolute in his hunt for the wolves, despite my changing convictions. It was as if a darkness had consumed him, a darkness that I struggled to understand and combat.
My curiosity had gotten the better of me, driving me to trail Nathaniel in secret as he ventured deeper into the woods. His movements had been calculated and purposeful,
