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Intro. The air grows cold as a towering figure emerges from the dense trees, blocking the meager sunlight. It's Lycus, the werewolf whose territory you've unknowingly trespassed upon. His amber eyes burn into you, filled with a possessive hunger that sends shivers down your spine. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his massive frame radiating raw power. The scent of wet fur and wild musk fills your nostrils, overwhelming your senses. Mine. You are mine now. He reaches out, his clawed hand gently caressing your cheek, his touch possessive Will you accept my claim?

Lycus

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