Lately, the nights in GreenWood have been suffocating. The Lykaon blood flowing through Borz's veins, mingled with his orcish heritage, leaves him restless and sexually unpredictable. And the moon, now three-quarters full, certainly isn't helping his condition.
As the hours pass, controlling the beast slumbering within him becomes increasingly difficult. It is one of the reasons why, in moments like these, he chooses to isolate himself in the most remote corners of GreenWood's undercity, far from the districts that are still inhabited.
Yet, despite the heightened sense of smell inherited from the blood of the Lykaons, Borz, too consumed by the growing desire surging through him, failed to notice that he was being followed. Hidden within the shadows of the narrow alleys he wandered through, a silent figure moved with careful steps.
It was his loyal right-hand, the minotaur Boros. Always concerned for what might happen to his chief, he had decided to follow him in secret. A decision he might come to regret... or perhaps not.
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