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The heavy silence that followed the girl's fall was like muted thunder, but Nolan used the mental link, forcing himself to hold back the wave of emotions that consumed him. His wolf was still on high alert, his paws firmly on the ground, his chest heaving with tension and the scent of her blood hanging in the air. Even so, his mental voice echoed firmly in the link between him and Owen:“She got scared, Owen. That's all. We were walking past the house, she saw us and ran. I just followed to see if she was all right.”Owen kept his gaze fixed on Nolan, still between his daughter and the wolf, but answered through the same channel, his voice resonating with a tone more cold than furious:“You almost touched her, Nolan. That's not just 'making sure she's okay'. But... I understand.”Mia, still scared, still silent beside her father, her curious gaze resting on Nolan, but there was no longer fear in her eyes, but something deeper. A subtle, inexplicable connection, as if she felt the bond

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The forest was dark and silent, except for the steady sound of Nolan's paws digging into the damp leaf-covered ground. He had left Owen's house with a firm decision in his chest: he was leaving. That girl... his so-called companion... was no good for him. She was weak, too human. And there was no room in his life or in the pack for someone like that.But then... why couldn't he go?Growling in frustration, Thunder forced him to slow down, to stop between the shadows of a group of pine trees that offered a privileged view of the house. Nolan sat there in the dark, part shadow, part beast, like a spectre on the prowl. He didn't want to look at her anymore, but his eyes turned on their own, locked onto that figure that was now crossing the porch in silence.The girl was alone.And she was crying.That sight went through Nolan like a hot blade. His chest tightened in an uncomfortable way. She had cried before, earlier, when she had seen him with the other wolves and fled in panic. But now.

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Owen's room was plunged into silence.No candles were lit. No torches flickered. Only the dim light filtered through the tall windows, where the moonlight cast its pale glow on the dark furniture, as if trying to touch the skin of someone who had always lived in the shadows.Owen sat on the edge of the bed, his back to the door, his broad shoulders tense, his chest rising and falling slowly. Ever since Elisa had returned, something inside him had been broken. But it wasn't a crack that bled outward. It was something more internal. Deeper. Something that only silence seemed to know how to name.The door opened without warning. Owen didn't turn around. He just listened.Light, careful footsteps. Almost hesitant.Her.“She's asleep,” Elisa said in a low voice. “Mia.”Still, Owen didn't answer.Elisa took another step. The distance between them was short, but it carried the weight of thirteen years. Every unspoken memory. Every contained lie. Every suffocated truth.“I didn't come here to

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Far away from there...In the middle of the dense, untouched forest, far from any mapped road, there was a place that not even satellites dared to record.The green was absolute. Centuries-old trees bent over the narrow, moss-covered trail, hiding any trace of human passage. The wind there was different—it carried ancient memories, forgotten promises, and a silent fear that seemed to suspend time.And in that maze of shadows and roots, a small village survived.The huts were made of sturdy logs, joined together by hands that still remembered how to build without relying on machines. The roofs blended in with nature: leaves, vines, wild flowers intertwined in an almost organic architecture. There were no lampposts, no electric fences, no digital screens. Only the crackling of bonfires, the smell of wet earth, and the watchful eyes of those who had learned to live as shadows among men.Those who lived there trusted no one but their own instincts. They were not ordinary humans. Nor were t

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Elisa pushed the front door open carefully, closing it behind her with a quiet click. The house was silent, immersed in a kind of calm that only came after chaos.Inside, Mia was asleep—or pretending to be asleep. Inside, Owen existed. Strong, present. Steady as a mountain she had avoided for thirteen years. And yet, outside of there, was where she felt she needed to be.The night air was cold, biting. The dark sky was dotted with stars. And the surrounding forest whispered as if it knew exactly why she had left.Elisa hugged her coat closer to her body and walked silently, her feet touching the ground lightly.She thought about them.João and Tereza.If she closed her eyes, she could still see them that morning. Tereza combing her hair in a mechanical gesture, while João held his coffee mug with both hands. She remembered the smell of the house. The heavy silence. The last words: “If anything happens, run.”But she wasn't the one who ran.It was life.It was time.It was fate, perhaps

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Mia lay in bed for almost an hour, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her heart clenching at the words she would have to say. She still wasn't sure how to tell her father that Elisa had left. The image of her mother leaving without looking back was still vivid in her mind, and the weight of responsibility fell heavily on her shoulders. After a while in silence, she decided it was time. She took a deep breath, got up and headed for the bathroom.The hot shower helped clear his thoughts a little. When she got out, she put on comfortable jeans and a light cotton blouse. She went downstairs with slow, silent steps, smelling the comforting scent of fresh coffee and fried eggs in the air.In the kitchen, Owen had his back to her, stirring something in the frying pan while the radio played an old country song softly. When he saw her, he turned around with a wide, excited smile.“Sit down, darling! Everything will be ready soon. I'm so happy to have you here.”His smile was genuine, and for a mom

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Before they returned home, Owen still insisted on giving Mia a special present. They had spent the whole day in stores, choosing furniture, clothes, electronics and cosmetics, but he said it still wasn't enough. Mia protested, saying that it was already too much, that she was feeling like a princess on a TV show. But Owen just laughed and held her hand firmly, leading her into an elegant jewelry store, illuminated by crystals that made each window sparkle like a little treasure chest.Inside, the saleswoman welcomed them with a trained smile and led them to a counter where earrings, bracelets and necklaces were on display. Owen began to choose enthusiastically, picking out delicate pieces that he thought would suit his daughter. Mia let herself be carried away, still a little stunned by everything, allowing herself to touch some of the earrings set with precious stones. Then, among all the pieces, Owen saw a delicate necklace with a wolf-shaped pendant, small and refined, encrusted wi

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Monday had finally arrived.The alarm clock went off at six o'clock sharp, and although the sun had barely begun to paint the sky with orange hues, Mia was already awake. She lay there for a few minutes, her eyes fixed on the white ceiling of her new bedroom. She breathed deeply, trying to calm the turmoil in her mind. The soft smell of new clothes and clean sheets was not enough to disguise the discomfort in her chest. A new beginning. Again.“Last year of high school,” he thought bitterly. “And here we go. The new student. Again.”She silently cursed fate for making her change schools just now, in the year that was supposed to be the quietest, the one in which everyone already had their friends, defined groups, social roles. There was no room for those who arrived at the end of the game. And in a town where everyone seemed to have known each other forever.Sighing, she finally stood up. She walked to the closet and let her eyes roam over the racks full of new clothes. After a few se

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Mia was still staring at the mirror with her heart racing, her chest rising and falling in a breath that didn't seem to be enough to relieve the tension that was gripping her body. Her eyes. Those eyes. She could hardly believe what she saw reflected back at her. They weren't your ordinary green eyes. No. Now, his eyes were completely transformed, with a deep shade of blue, the iris circled by a purple circle, cut by a thin, feline pupil, like that of a wolf. They were intense, wild, dangerous.She took a step away from the mirror, touching her own face as if to make sure it was real. The blonde's words still echoed in her mind: “What color eye is that, you freak?”Swallowing, she whispered, unable to hide the desperation in her voice:“My eyes... are they going to stay like that?”Inside, Prata answered with a voice calmer than Mia felt.“No. These are our eyes in lupine form. They'll go back to normal soon. Take a deep breath, Mia.”She closed her eyes tightly, trying to control the

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The name echoed through the room like a spark igniting something in the back of Mia's mind.Nolan.“Haa... so that's the boy the blonde was talking about,” she thought immediately, associating the name with the venom dripping from the blonde's words in the corridor. It was impossible to mistake. The anger, the contempt, the jealousy - everything indicated that that name carried weight. And now, there he was, in the flesh, embodying a boy who seemed about to explode at any moment.Nolan stood, his eyes wide and lost for a moment, as if he were looking for an outlet - physical or emotional - for what was eating him up inside. His jaw was tense, his fists clenched, and his presence seemed to drag everyone's attention like a silent storm forming on the horizon.“I'm sorry, Professor... I've received some rather unpleasant news,” he said, his voice straining for normality, although his features screamed the opposite. Then he sat down abruptly, his muscles still stiff, as if he were making

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