RandelleThe scent of pine and rain-soaked earth surrounded us as Jeremy and I ventured deeper into the forest. He guided us with sure footsteps, having traversed this path before in his mysterious past. My hand was clasped in his, our fingers interlaced. With him as my anchor, I followed willingly, curiosity rising within me.Up ahead, the trees parted to reveal a clearing bathed in moonlight. A large bonfire crackled at its center, flames dancing and popping, sending sparks swirling up toward the inky night sky. Surrounding the fire were perhaps two dozen people - werewolves - chatting, laughing, and embracing one another like old friends.I drew in a sharp breath, overwhelmed by the scene. After a lifetime in my father's traditional pack, this casual community was entirely foreign. Sensing my hesitation, Jeremy gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "Welcome to the Freeway Pack," he said, pride resonating in his voice. Before I could respond, a tall, slender man with kind eyes and silver
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