CIVILLIAN

Beneath the silvery light of the moon, the bodies of the slain werewolves lay sprawled across the ground. Blood stained the grass, their lifeless forms a reminder of the carnage that had transpired. As I stood amidst the carnage, my heart heavy with the weight of my duty, the smell of death and fear hung thick in the air.
And then I saw her. Ella. A vision of pale skin and dark hair, her eyes like liquid amber in the moonlight. Her beauty was a contrast to the savagery around us, a fragile flame in the darkness.

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