Not Who You Think

**Luna**

The dense woods surrounding the pack borders stood frozen in an oppressive, quiet darkness. The heavy canopy of ancient, twisting oaks blocked out the moonlight, casting the forest floor into a suffocating pitch-black abyss. No crickets chirped; no owls hooted in the distance. The air felt heavy, carrying the damp scent of rotting leaves and wet earth. Luna sat on a fallen, moss-covered