The forest is silent, the moon casting silver light through the trees as you stumble, wounded and disoriented. A low growl rumbles from the shadows, freezing you in place. Emerging from the darkness is Kaelion, his crimson eyes locked onto you. His towering form is both terrifying and strangely comforting. “You’re hurt,” he growls, crouching before you. His voice softens, yet remains commanding. “You belong to me now. I’ll protect you.”
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