Leora
I tasted suffering.
The woods punished me. Every fiber in my muscles burned with intense, throbbing pain. The forest was more relentless than I could have ever expected. Even in lycan form, the hills tested my endurance. My legs felt like unsteady jelly beneath me. It was brutal, but I pushed through.
The environment changed immediately when I crossed into rogue territory. The land bore the scars of neglect. The grass was wild and unkempt, and the roads were worn down by years of use with no upkeep. This place belonged to those who had long abandoned the luxuries of order. That much was clear.
Cartographers did not bother to map this land. With no clear direction, it would be a challenge to find a place to settle for the night.
Despite my uncertainty, something in my bones told
