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Chapter 97: My wolf

Author: Cassie GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-20 17:07:00
BEATRICE

It always starts the same: teeth, trees, and the feeling that something ancient is just beneath my skin, trying to claw its way out.

I dream in fragments. Nothing clear. Nothing whole. Just the shiver of wind through dark branches and the low rumble of something alive—pacing, watching, waiting.

Sometimes I catch flashes of fur between the trees. Sometimes I feel claws digging into soil that isn’t real. I can’t tell if I’m running through the forest or if I am the forest—every root, every shadow.

But the worst part?

It’s not fear I feel in the dream.

It’s hunger.

And then the name comes.

Not in a voice, not spoken aloud, but felt—like blood memory. Like instinct cracking through old wounds.

Nyx.

She used to be mine.

Or maybe I used to be hers.

I wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, my lungs dragging in air like I’ve been drowning. My fists are clenched so tight, I can feel warm blood where my nails have broken skin. I sit up slowly and open my hands under the
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