First message
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the forest as the last of the defeated pack’s survivors were brought before Luke. His golden eyes flickered over each of them, assessing their strength and resolve. He stood tall, his broad shoulders tense, his tattoos seeming to pulse with the energy of the forest around him. Welcome to Clear Moon, his voice was low, commanding, yet laced with an undercurrent of something unspoken. You’re here now. Prove you belong. Loyalty is expected. No weaknes