Returning home alone, I found myself enveloped in an endless wave of anxiety and unease. The memory of Neil witnessing my transformation into a white wolf and then fleeing haunted me relentlessly. The panic and turmoil I felt were indescribable, like a storm raging within me. Normally, I would wait for Neil to return before retiring to our room, seeking comfort in his presence. But this time was different. This time, I chose to retreat into the solitude of my own space, seeking refuge from the tumult of my emotions.As I entered the room, a suffocating silence greeted me, thick with the weight of my apprehensions. I sank into a chair, my mind swirling with thoughts, each one a thread in the tapestry of fear and worry that consumed me. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of the wind outside, seemed to magnify my sense of isolation. The room, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison, its walls closing in around me.I sat there, lost in a maze of doubts and insecurities, unable
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