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Chapter 3 Whispers in the Wind

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e to the scream. It was distant, but unmistakable, the cry of someone in pain, someone in danger. His heart pounded as he turned on his heel, ready to spring into action. With

hat rattled the very air around him. Luke's heart skipped a beat. He had heard that sound before. It was the sound of the beasts. His grip tightened on the hilt of his sword as he slowly drew it from its sheath. The weight of the blade in his hand was comforting, but he knew it wouldn't be enough. The werewolves were no ordinary enemies. They were faster, stronger, and far more cunning than any man could hope to be. Even with his training, he knew that fighting them head-to-head would be a battle he might not survive. But Mary, if she was here, she wouldn't stand a chance. He forced himself to move forward, each step measured, calculated. The growl grew louder, more distinct, until it was almost deafening. And then, through the dense trees ahead, Luke caught a glimpse of something. A figure. At first, he thought it was Mary. She had been known to track down the beasts alone, her thirst for vengeance driving her into dangerous situations. But as the figure came into clearer view, Luke's breath caught in his throat. It was a werewolf. A massive creature, its body rippling with muscle, covered in thick, matted fur that gleamed in the moonlight. Its eyes, glowing amber, locked onto Luke's with an intensity that sent a cold shiver down his spine. The creature's snout curled into a snarling grin, sharp fangs flashing in the dark. It was unlike anything Luke had ever seen. This was no ordinary wolf. This was the prince of the werewolves. The legend. The one that had haunted the town's nightmares for generations. Luke's pulse raced as the creature took a step forward, its massive claws leaving deep impressions in the earth. The wind howled, and Luke instinctively took a defensive stance, his sword raised in front of him. The prince of the werewolves growled again, a low rumble that echoed in the stillness of the forest. It was a warning. A challenge. Luke had faced beasts before, had seen the carnage they left in their w

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