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Justin opens his eyes slowly. He stares at the ceiling. It's white and clean. He grunts as he feels pain in his body. Things are quite fuzzy for him. As far as he can remember, he pulled the handler, but the jet plunged too fast. And there's a purple light. And a big white wolf dragged him from the cockpit.

"Wolf!" he immediately straight up himself. A man who sits next to him is staring at him in puzzlement. He wears a black frame spectacle, reading a book.

"You awake?" he asks.

"Where am I?"

"Moon Tribe. Dark Forest.." the man takes off his glasses. He watches him with a smile.

"Who are you?" he asks. The man clears his throat.

"I'm Twilight, but you can call me Twix," says him. His silver hair undulating, looking breathtaking and handsome, super handsome.

"Where're my friends?"

"They're resting at the main house. Don't talk too much, you need a rest.." he pushes the younger back to bed. He then tucks his blanket.