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Liam's eyes scanned the dark, moonless sky, and the forest floor as he stepped out of the cave. He took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill his lungs. The hunger and thirst were overwhelming, and he could feel the primal urge to hunt coursing through his veins. He knew he needed to feed, but he also knew that he couldn't risk being caught in his current state.

He prowled through the forest, his senses heightened by his wolf form. Every sound, every movement, and every scent was amplified in his mind. His keen eyesight allowed him to see through the darkness, and his sharp hearing picked up the faintest of sounds. He could hear the scurrying of small animals, the rustling of leaves, and the distant howl of a pack.

As he moved deeper into the forest, he felt his muscles ripple beneath his fur. The strength and power of his wolf were intoxicating, and Liam reveled in the sensation. He was faster and more agile but terribly hungry. He felt like he could take on anything and anyone, a