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A squishing sound was heeded as moonlight enveloped the sky. The percolated sound of the night waft tolled like ghouls as they passed by with malice.
Heidi didn't comprehend if she was tramping the right path. The shortest path to the palace was confusing, a little mistake could get you to the cemetery.
She glanced up at the clouds, it was a full moon. She missed how things were, how free things were. There was a time their beast was free to wander under the moonlight, a time full moons were celebrated.
But now all they have is silver necklaces around their necks dissuading them from altering. She had no idea how it wasn't scorching them and how they couldn't be terminated.
Her wolf was growling inside her, shrieking to be liberated. Or so she believed.
She hesitated when she paid attention to a swishing noise. It sounded like concrete breaking apart.