"Do you believe you have the luxury of choice, Gabriel? Don't you desire to cleanse the sins in your bloodline, a lineage stained by the massacre of the entire Moonlit clan at the hands of you and your father?"
-- Freya of Moonlit Clan
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"Damn you! So you've finally chosen to respond, you little witch, Freya of the Moonlit clan, the closest descendant of the Moon Goddess lineage. And all that other nonsense?"
Soft laughter echoed from all directions. It was gentle and delicate, yet Gabriel was already consumed by anger.
"Now you mock me from the afterlife?"
The laughter continued to weave through the air, a spectral symphony surrounding Gabriel in the heart of the moonlit forest.
It carried an ethereal quality, as if the very essence of the woods responded to the tension between the angered werewolf and the unseen forces at play.
