{Elira}
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I froze for a second, my breath catching in my throat.
"Am I supposed to know you?" I asked, confused, my hand halting mid-motion.
She stepped closer now, her eyes glowing gently. "I am your wolf."
Everything stopped for a mont, including my breath. Then, I blinked.
What?
"You’re... you’re mine?"
Before I could speak again, the forest seed to shift — the air trembled, and her image flickered like a candlelight about to snuff out.
"No—wait," I reached for her, panic rising in my chest. "Please—don’t go yet!"
But the fog was rising, and I was waking up.
My body snapped upright like a spring, and for a second, I didn’t even know where I was. My breath ca in short, rapid bursts.
My cotton nightshirt clung to my skin, damp with sweat, and the sheets were twisted around my legs like vines. A cool draft from the window hit my neck, making shiver.
I pressed a hand to my chest — my heart was racing.
The dream was still there. Clear, vivid. It was etched into my mory like it had been branded.
A red wolf. She had spoken to . She had said... she was mine.
"I am your wolf."
The words echoed in my head like a haunting lody I couldn’t shake off.
It didn’t feel like a normal dream — not like the ones where you forget everything two seconds after waking up. No, this one felt different. Powerful. Almost sacred.
Was it real? Was it even... possible?
My fingers curled around the duvet, gripping it tightly.
I’d never heard of soone eting their wolf in a dream, but then again, I’d never heard of a wolf like that. She wasn’t just a fragnt of my imagination.
I could still feel the warmth of her fur on my fingertips. The way her presence had sunk into . The way her eyes had seen .
I stared at the ceiling, heart thudding. Could this be the beginning of sothing? A sign?
Before I could process more, a sharp alarm went off from sowhere in the room from Nari’s tablet.
She grumbled and slapped it off, rolling over and sitting up with a groan. "Ugh. Why does morning exist?"
Cambria’s voice drifted from the top bunk, clearer than usual. "Because we have a class schedule to stick to. Rember?"
Juniper let out a dramatic sigh from the opposite side of the room. "Can’t we just telepathically absorb knowledge while we sleep?"
"I wish," Tamryn muttered, already on her feet, tugging the covers off her bed and folding them with her usual early-morning precision.
Just like that, the room stirred to life — yawns, soft laughter, the rustle of sheets, the quiet clink of toothbrush holders, and the faint shuffle of slippers on tile.
I blinked and slowly lay back down, letting my head rest against the pillow again, this ti less panicked — but more confused.
Whatever that dream was... I wasn’t ready to tell anyone about it. Not yet. Especially not until I understood what it ant, and that’s if it ant anything at all.
I closed my eyes briefly, trying to imprint the image of the red wolf in my mind one more ti, as if afraid I might lose her.
And then I got up too, pushing the lingering questions to the back of my mind for now.
Because class was waiting, and I had another long day ahead of .
But deep inside... sothing had changed. Sothing was stirring, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it.
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After classes ended, I stood at the edge of the locker hallway, my heart pounding louder than the chatter and footsteps echoing around .
Students brushed past , lost in conversations or tapping furiously on their phones and smartwatches. My fingers hovered over my own phone, uncertain.
But then I took a breath, pushed down the hesitation, and tapped Zenon’s contact.
The phone barely rang once before his voice answered, cool and crisp as ever.
"Yes?"
"Professor Zenon..." I hesitated. "Are you... in your office? I wanted to go through the yearbook, if it’s still okay."
"You can co," he said — and hung up.
I blinked. That was it?
A small frown crept onto my face. I tapped his na again, calling back before my overthinking could talk out of it.
He picked up again, this ti with a touch of surprise in his tone. "Yes?"
"Which office?" I asked quickly before he could end the call again. "You didn’t say."
"The administrative building," he replied, and again, click — the call ended.
I stared at my phone for a second, then sighed. At least now I knew where to go.
I turned to my locker, grabbed my backpack, slung it over my shoulder, and made my way across campus.
My smartwatch projected a small navigation arrow over my vision lens, guiding through the winding walkways.
The afternoon sun filtered through the tall, leafy sycamores, casting dappled shadows over the grey stones.
I didn’t need to text my roommates — I’d already told them during lunch that I wouldn’t be coming back to the dorm right away.
Cambria had only nodded, and Tamryn reminded to eat sothing first. They didn’t ask any further questions.
The admin building lood ahead, sleek and towering, its glass panels catching the fading sun. I entered through the side door, took the elevator up two floors, and stood outside Zenon’s office.
I knocked lightly.
"Co in."
I opened the door and stepped in after a mont of hesitation. It was... different from his Academic block office. Warr, sohow.
The light wasn’t too harsh, and there was a sitting area by the window — a plush two-seater sofa and a sleek glass table in front of it.
A tall potted plant stood beside the wall, and near the far end was a water dispenser and a compact fridge. The entire room slled faintly of sandalwood and lemon balm.
Zenon was at his desk, typing sothing on his laptop. Without looking up, he said, "You can sit."
I walked over to the sofa and dropped into it, feeling the cushions ease under my weight.
My gaze imdiately snagged on the tray on the table — a small mountain of carefully arranged macarons, chocolate-dipped pretzels, and dried fruit rolls in gold paper.
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