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I stare at Selene in shock, emotions roiling within me like a sea at storm. Searing heat flushes my skin, beads of sweat forming along my hairline. My legs tremble, the world tilting precariously, and I clutch at Selene’s fur, her solid presence the only thing anchoring me.

“Are you…” I swallow thickly, the words catching in my throat. “Are you my wolf?”

The question seems absurd even as it leaves my lips, defying all logic and reason. And yet, as Selene preens, her gaze gleaming with an intelligence that transcends any mere dog, a hysterical giggle bubbles up from deep within me.

“My wolf is a husky,” I wheeze between breathless peals of laughter. “How does this even happen?”

Selene’s ears flatten against her skull, and she emits a low growl, her displeasure rippling through our newfound connection like a physical force. I am not a husky, her voice echoes in my mind, resolute and unyielding.

The laughter dies on my lips as abruptly as it began,

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and I gape at her, struggling to reconcile the reality before me. “But… you look like one.” Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Appearances can be deceiving, my human. There’s a hint of amusement in her tone now, as if she’s enjoying my bewilderment. I am a wolf, through and through. This form is merely a vessel, a guise to help me blend in among your kind.

My brow furrows as I study her. Nope. Still a husky.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” The words come out harsher than I intend, tinged with a hint of accusation. If my wolf had appeared, my life wouldn’t have been so terrible. And maybe, at the Gala, I wouldn’t have been

point thinking over things that have already happened.

can’t help glaring at my dog in accusation.

says simply. Your path has been a winding one, filled with

power over you.

sharp breath. her words

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rejection, the constant struggle to

you are more than you know, my human. And I will

between us, marveling at its existence. I realize now that it’s what’s been helping me get

my abdomen. I’m on fire. “Why does this

comes with a roar, and weakness comes with a whimper, Selene says, like that

I wheeze between the worst cramps

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a few paces, looking behind her. Get up, little cub.

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now? I can’t move. I’m just going to die here for a little while. Why’d you take me so

place we need to be, she explains, and

groan, swaying with every step. “We should have

for this. She stays just out of reach,

as pain lances through my abdomen. Sweating, vision blurring–it feels impossible. But Selene’s steady presence urges me

with ease, her lithe form

na

go no further the

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