I swear he is a Werewolf
But what truly captivated Kaelira were its eyes.
Unlike the typical yellow predatory eyes, these were molten gold—deep, ancient, and brimming with a fiery, human-like intensity that held her transfixed. The wolf made no aggressive moves, no menacing growls; it simply observed her, head slightly tilted, as if studying the rhythm of her heartbeat.
"No," Kaelira gasped, her hand shaking as she reached for her phone. "This can't be real. Wolves aren't supposed to be that large."
Suddenly, the wolf advanced, taking a deliberate step toward her car. Startled, Kaelira fumbled for the ignition. The engine grumbled, spluttered, and then fell silent.
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