Werewolf in Avalon

When the blood moon rises over the enchanted forests of Avalon, the ancient pact awakens. He stands atop the sacred stone — neither man nor beast, but something older than both — his howl splitting the night air as a storm of bats spirals into the crimson sky above.

This is not a monster's cry. It is a claim. A warning. A reminder that the wild magic of Avalon has never truly slept.

Wear the myth. Carry the moonlight.

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