The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within
She would not break.
I am the Wolf Born Twice, the thought echoed, firm and unwavering in her mind. Lyra’s pleas felt like a distant dream now, a fading whisper. Sofia is gone. There is only this.
She melted back into the shadows, a ghost in the twilight forest, leaving the bodies behind. Ruthless. Feared. Hunted. This was her reality. And she would embrace it, even if it meant locking away the gentle whispers of a forgotten life, a forgotten name, and a forgotten wolf. She was the Wolf Born Twice, and for now, that was enough. That had to be enough. The hunt continued.
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