Dominicus
The days that follow are... strange. I find myself constantly drawn back to the town, to her. I watch from afar as she goes about her life. Working in the diner, talking with the older human woman, taking walks in the evening.
She seems... lighter somehow. The constant fear that had shadowed her eyes is fading, replaced by a cautious hope. It makes something in my chest swell with an emotion I can't quite name.
But I keep my distance. I'm not ready to face her again, not ready to confront these strange feelings she stirs in me. So I watch, and I wait, and I try to understand.
Who is she and why is she affecting me like this?
My wolf is restless, constantly pushing to be closer to her. He doesn't understand why we're staying away.
As the days pass, I find myself struggling more and more to stay away. The need to be near her, to speak to her, to understand her, grows stronger with each passing hour.
However, those feelings fill me with rage and annoyance. She's messing with my
