Yewa's P.O.VThe bell above the café door jingled as I stepped inside, the familiar scent of roasted beans and vanilla syrup washing over me. Normally, it grounded me, and reminded me that I was Christy here, not Yewa. But today? Today, the illusion shattered the moment the General followed me in.His presence devoured the space.He didn’t belong in this small, cozy coffee shop with its faded chalkboard menus and scuffed wooden floors. He belonged on a battlefield, a throne room, anywhere but here and yet, there he was, broad-shouldered, towering, radiating that quiet, terrifying authority that turned heads instantly.My coworkers noticed first.“Christy!” Jenny greeted, the morning shift lead, her tone bright and bubbly as usual, but her eyes widened as soon she caught sight of the man behind me, nearly dropping the tray she was carrying.I forced a smile, hoping my coworkers wouldn’t ask, but the whispers had already started and my lovely wolf ears did not filter anything making m
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