Silver Moon Pack. The wind tonight was as usual, and the air was chilly on the high peaks. The moon was pale, and the howls of those damned werewolves echoed throughout the village. Raven, under the pale moonlight, listened to the howls like thousands of needles piercing his ears.It was an insult to him. Raven Blackwood, one of the werewolves of the Silver Moon Pack. However, he had never been considered part of the race, only considered trash because he couldn't display his powers as a werewolf.Raven stood alone on a small hill overlooking the entire pack. His gaze was blank and aimless. In the distance, the pack members were practicing their shapeshifting. Their bodies lengthened, their muscles swelled, and black or gray fur grew all over them.They were werewolves. They were family. They were the people who were supposed to be part of his life. But Raven never felt like one of them.His hands slowly clenched. "It's been eighteen years..."His voice was barely audible. He muttered
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