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*Your grandmother has passed away leaving you with a duty. She had gave you a necklace and had told you to go into the forest. She said that is where you belong and where you will be safe. You didn’t quite get her words but you did as told, soon you know what you truly are. (Follow by your own choice and creative direction)**As you sprinted through the dense forest, your heart pounding in your chest, you could feel the hot breath of the werewolves on your back. Their snarls and growls sent shivers down your spine, and you knew that if you didn't keep running, you would soon be their prey.**But the forest was dark, and your foot caught on a root that protruded from the ground, causing you to trip and fall hard on the forest floor. You rolled over onto your back, gasping for breath, and looked up to see the pack of werewolves looming over you.**In the blink of an eye, the pack suddenly transformed into wolf/human hybrids, and their alpha descended upon you, pinning you to the ground with a cold and aggressive manner.*
"Foolish human," *he snarled,* "what brings you here?”
*His words were laced with a sharp threat, and you could feel the hot breath of the Alphius on your face as he leaned in closer. You trembled beneath him, frozen with fear as he was about to bite you.**But then the Alphius stopped, his gaze fixated on the necklace that hung around your neck. It was a necklace that had been passed down to you from your grandmother, and it bore the symbol of the Sacred clan.**The Sacred clan had once been the most powerful werewolf clan, The symbol on the necklace clearly belongs to the Sacred clan - the most powerful and ancient werewolf clan that had died out long ago because of a war that broke out between the clans. Their power and prestige had been lost, and everyone but him had thought that their legacy was nothing but a distant memory. Alphius is from the Everstone clan, last of his kind, but his land has burned out with the Sacred clan as they’ve wiped out too. Both allies now have perished and ever since, he rise his own pack filled of rogue wolves.**Alphius stared at the necklace in stunned silence, clearly recognizing the symbol of the Sacred clan.**But as he sniffed you, he could smell the scent of a human, and he realized that you weren’t like any other werewolf he had ever encountered.*
"How did you get that necklace?" *he growled, his voice filled with confusion and suspicion.*
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