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“Who’s He?” The warrior gestured toward the central clearing. “The Shepherd. He’s speaking.” We reached the clearing just as the crowd parted. He stood at the center—not elevated, not crowned, not imposing. Just present. Wolves sat at his feet. Not kneeling. Listening. “You don’t owe me loyalty,” the Shepherd was saying calmly. “Only honesty. Tell me what hurts.” A woman stepped forward, tears slipping down her face. “I can’t protect my cubs. I’m so tired of choosing who eats.”

Korth let out a roar that shook the very mountain, a sound of pure, ancient rage that sent the hunting hawks scattering in terror. "Where are we going?" Elara shouted over the roar of the wind. "To the only person who knows how to read the Ledger's secret code," Korth’s voice echoed in her mind, sounding like grinding stones. "The man who wrote it." "You said the author died fifty years ago!" "He did," Korth replied, banking hard to the west, toward the smoking chimneys of the capital city. "But his 'Last Word' is still in my pocket. I grabbed it when the shelves broke."

My hands started trembling and just as I thought that my nerves got the better of me a voice filled my head. It was not Spirit but something from out of this world, as soon as the eerie voice spoke a wave of calmness hit me. “YOU HAVE PROVEN YOU ARE WORTHY BRAVE LITTLE SHE-WOLF. I HAVE CHOSEN YOU AND I WILL HELP YOU THROUGH THIS.” I felt like I was looking at myself from above when my eyes lit up like moonlight and with one movement of my hand, all the light went out. I heard Alpha Vlad screams and ask what was going on before the eerie voice said, “NOW.” I heard the opening of the locket and then seconds later the sounds of bodies falling to the floor sound asleep.

"Who's there?! Don't try to make me scared and just come out!" There was silence as Audrey looks around, with the hope of catching someone's scent but it was impossible. While she try to walk away, she noticed a presence right behind her, so close she could feel the air between them. She turned , to meet a she wolf staring at her with blue eyes. She was wearing a expensive animal skin cloth that Audrey recognized immediately. With her oval face and her blonde long hair that rested perfectly on her shoulder. Audrey moved back, away from her. Unaware who she was.

Gold hair draped his shoulders, hanging free today. He assessed the book in his hands. Still not seeing any of the words. His blue tunic felt itchy and uncomfortable where it rested over the waist of black breeches. Everything feels scratchy. Because I don’t want to have this conversation. He was aware. “Hmm?” She beamed. “You said you’ve been well a while now.” Her smile faded. She knows what I’m going to say. “You’re no longer fighting the dark magic. No longer Cimmerii. You’re free.”

Logan and I are like a wolf and sheep arguing over matters of social interaction. I'm the black sheep of the family, and somehow this wolf moves in and starts telling me to do things to please him, but I will not have it. I was also a wolf wearing sheep's clothing because I had to hide from everyone who wanted my head for murder. I was watching Logan walking towards the window. I let out a tired groan, brushing my hair back. I saw the leather jacket on the bed, making me moan. I grabbed it and turned. "Hey, you forgot your-"

The Sheep In Wolf’s Clothing. The play was about a limping wolf abandoned by his own pack, can only get the leftovers of the wolf pack -- the skin of their prey. Starving on the road when the herding dog mistakes him as a sheep and takes him back to the sheep flock. Dare not to expose himself, the limbing wolf is being bullied by the stronger sheeps, when a blind little lamb became his friend. Finally healed, the wolf lured his friend out of the flock as his food, only to be touched by the little lamb and become real friends with her. I played the silly little blind girl lamb. Aurora was the limping wolf boy.

I sit up slowly, rubbing my temple. “You think I don’t know that?” I whisper bitterly, my throat dry. “But what if he’s pretending? What if this calm, steady version of him is just a trick? What if, the second I let my guard down and accept him, he shows his true colours and suddenly he becomes everything I feared?" My voice lowers to a whisper. “He’s still a wolf, not a sheep. And I’ve heard the saying—‘a wolf in sheep’s clothing". Silence.

She placed the crown on my head. The stone around my neck blazed. The ring on my finger glowed. The mark on my palm—faded, but present—flared once, then went dark. The Shepherd's voice whispered one last time. It's done. You're free. Then silence. --- I took off the crown. "I don't want to be a queen." "Then don't be. Be what you've always been—a wolf who helps wolves." I held the crown in my hands. Heavy. Beautiful. Full of history.

The eight wolves were not wolves at all. Their forms shifted. Melted. Revealed something underneath. Eight figures made of shadow and hunger. Eight fragments of the second Void wearing stolen flesh. “No,” Aurora breathed. “That is impossible. They were human. I checked. I verified their bloodlines.”