As the glint of moonlight cast its ethereal glow into the room, Thessalia felt a mixture of excitement and unease.
The Moonlit Haven was a place whispered about only among the most trusted members of the pack, its location carefully guarded to preserve its sanctity. Concealed behind a curtain of ancient trees and veiled by the enchanting melodies of nature, the Moonlit Haven was a refuge of their intimacy and passion.
Thessalia looked around the small room and tried to take in as much of the scene as she could. She was naked and lying in a king-sized bed, but she didn't seem to care. A small table with a small lamp was next to her. It looked like that was the only decoration in the room.
The sound of the old wooden door knob jiggling suddenly filled the room, breaking the silence and
