Valeria Mary Storm:I ran.My body shifted mid-stride, bones cracking, stretching, reforming in a way that should have hurt but didn't anymore. Fur rippled over my skin as the wolf took over—powerful, instinctive, untamed. For a few precious seconds, I wasn’t Valeria Storm, the Luna, the daughter, the disappointment, the question mark.I was just motion.Just instinct.Just escape.The forest blurred into streaks of green and shadow as I pushed harder, letting the wind rip through my fur, letting it strip away every thought I didn’t want to face. My lungs burned in a way that felt almost cleansing, like pain I could finally control.But it didn’t last.Because the anger followed me.It always did.It sat in my chest like a second heartbeat—loud, insistent, impossible to ignore. My mother’s voice replayed again and again in fragments.I was neglected too.Like that excused anything.Like pain inherited was somehow less painful.My stride faltered.Just for a second.But that second was
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