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mindless beasts of folklore, but beings of intelligence and complex emotion. Two factions had emerged among them, divided by ideology and purpose: the Good Werewolv

ce between human and werewolf existence. A towering figure with fur as dark as a starless night, Caelum possessed a wisdom that

ored fur and piercing golden eyes, Mordred was a master of manipulation. A cunning strategist, he preached a philosophy

mountains and forest, became the battleground for ideologies, echoing the fears of both parties. Rifts in the very fabric of the

rocky outcrop surrounded by his most devoted followers. The humans see us as nothing mo

they were just reclaiming a rightful place as rulers, but they craved power above all else. Ca

x of wolves with diverse backgrounds but a common goal: coexistence. Among them was Amara, a fierce warrior with

he humans, Amara said, her voice resolute. I

ely. Mordred's followers are losing their grasp on r

rs. We must prepare ourselves for the inevitable conflict. We will not