Valentina’s POVI ran until my legs betrayed me, until my breaths were ragged gasps and my vision blurred. The forest swallowed me whole—cold, dark, alive. Fear pulsed through my veins, adrenaline sharp as broken glass. My heart hammered, blood pounding against my temples.Then came the sound. Low growls rolling over the underbrush.Pulsating like heartbeat echoes. I froze. Panic slammed into me, the kind that paralyzes sense.Growls crackled through the trees, closer now.I backed away, breath held, body trembling until the undergrowth gave way and I stood face to face with them.Three figures.Tall, lithe but not human. Rogue werewolves: gaunt, eyes glinting, fur ragged. Their muzzles curled in silent snarls. Hindu whiteness glowed almost spectral. In the silence, I could hear my own heart crumble.They bristled between trees, half human, half beast, eyes burning with hunger and something darker. Pain, self-destruction, addiction.I took a trembling breath. “Please… don’t hurt me.”
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