*Cathwulf* The diner's familiar symphony of clattering silverware and sizzling bacon usually grounds me, but today it's just noise. A soundtrack to my internal chaos. Therian's arrival has shifted the very atmosphere, pulling the air taut like a bowstring. His words, raw and unfiltered, echo in the sudden silence that has fallen over our corner of the world. Mr. Eviil's smug presence fades into the background, the other werewolf at the booth now just a prop in the drama unfolding between me and the man who shattered my heart. “Will you let me in?” His question hangs in the air, a fragile thread of hope stretched between us. My heart, a traitorous organ, aches to say yes. Every instinct, every fiber of my being, screams to run into his arms, to let him surround me with the strength and scent I’ve missed more than I’d ever admit. I see the sincerity in his eyes, the raw desperation that mirrors my own hidden turmoil. He looks different. Haunted. Exhausted. The confident, sometime
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