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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

things that have already

I can’t help glaring at my dog

You were not ready, she says simply. Your path has been a winding one, filled with obstacles and pain. But

power over you.

sharp breath. her words striking a

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of my past–the isolation, the rejection, the constant struggle to find my place- presses down upon me, and I sag against

embrace. Now, you can embrace your destiny, she murmurs. You have learned that you are strong, but you are more than you know, my human. And I will be by your side every step of the way, guiding you toward the path you were always meant to walk.

been helping me get through it all. I can

shoots through my abdomen. I’m on fire. “Why does this hurt?”

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

doesn’t explain anything,” I wheeze between the worst cramps I’ve ever felt in my

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paces, looking behind her. Get

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groan. “Are you serious right now? I can’t move. I’m just going to die here

is a place we need to be, she explains, and I can hear the patience in

push to my feet with a groan, swaying with every step. “We should have taken an

of reach, leading

step a torturous effort as pain lances through my abdomen. Sweating, vision

our path. Selene navigates the darkness with ease, her lithe form weaving

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I think I can go

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