LOGINThe first pale light of dawn seeps through the slats of my office blinds, painting thin lines across the carpet. I stand at the window, pulling back the edge of the blinds to watch the city wake beneath me. The streets are quiet, peaceful—unaware of the betrayal I've uncovered through the night. My
The evidence glows on my screen like a digital confession, but it's not enough. I need more—something concrete, something undeniable. My fingers move across the keyboard with deliberate precision, each keystroke a small act of vengeance. The wolf in me wants blood, wants to tear through the building
The light from my computer screen casts blue shadows across my office, the only illumination besides the small desk lamp I've angled away from the door. My body aches with the recent memory of transformation, muscles still remembering a different shape, but my mind is sharp, honed by suspicion and t
By the time I reach the final button, my breathing has steadied. My reflection in the cracked mirror shows a woman reassembling herself piece by careful piece. The scratches at my collarbone will be hidden by the high neckline. The shadows under my eyes can be concealed with makeup. The wildness in
The crisp trousers slide over my legs, covering the scratches and bruises that map last night's journey. The fabric whispers against my skin, a language of civilization, of humanness, of control. I smooth nonexistent wrinkles from the material, a ritual of normalcy that grounds me in this form, in t
Lucas in the park that night weeks ago, his silhouette backlit by streetlamps as I completed my transformation in the shadows, thinking myself unseen. His strange calm when he approached, as if finding a colleague hunched and feral among the trees was nothing extraordinary. Lila noticing my monthly
My heart is too loud, a frantic pulse against the quiet. I back away, slipping through the dark with the careful stealth of someone used to remaining hidden, of someone who must remain hidden. A lifetime passes before I find shelter in a nearby office, a dark and windowless retreat. I am just in tim
The corridors are dim, nearly empty. Only my breath keeps me company as I finish the last of the day’s work. The hollow quiet echoes against the walls, and my footsteps are sharp in the silence. I move toward my office, the cool air of evening settling into the empty spaces and crevices. The unexpec
A silence falls between us, dense and unsettling, waiting for one of us to break it, waiting for one of us to speak. My wolf settles slowly, the heat of its demands ebbing, the threat of transformation retreating, leaving the larger questions raw and exposed. "Why aren't you running?" I finally ask,
The air hums with tension, alive with the sharp, uncontainable need of the full moon and the terrifying risk of being seen. Lucas stands close, too close, his eyes taking in everything, leaving nothing hidden. Nothing safe. I can’t escape the relentless pressure of his presence, the relentless push







