Evaline:
The wolf didn’t move.
But neither could I.
My back was pressing lightly to the wooden railing of the stairs leading to upper floors. My feet felt frozen mid-step, and my lungs refused to expand fully, like any sudden breath might provoke the beast standing in front of .
I kept my eyes glued on it while it stood there - watching .
Not like prey.
Not like threat.
Just... watching.
Its eyes were gleaming faintly in the dim lights of the library, but there was a depth in them I couldn’t explain. Sothing human. Sothing aching.
I swallowed and took another step back, only for the wolf to take a step forward.
My stomach dropped imdiately.
A second passed. Another. And then, I turned and bolted.
Stupid.
So stupid, Eva.
I didn’t even make it to the main door. In seconds, the soft padding of claws echoed too close behind . I stumbled against the reception desk just as a huge body blocked my path. The wolf didn’t growl. Didn’t pounce. It simply cut off my exit, standing tall and calm like a guardian or a wall.
I backed away slowly. My palms were trembling as they brushed the smooth desk behind . "I... I don’t want trouble," I whispered, eyes on the wolf’s unmoving form. "You are not supposed to be here."
It blinked.
Once.
And then slowly, it sat.
Sat.
The hell?
My breath was coming out in a heavy, disbelieving puff. The adrenaline was still pumping through like fire, but a small part of my brain - my rational side - had started to catch up.
The wolf hadn’t attacked . It hadn’t chased for sport. It was just... following.
And now it was sitting there, like so beast-shaped statue with its tail curled neatly to its side and ears alert but relaxed.
"I don’t understand," I whispered and saw it tilt its head.
Goddess above, it was actually looking curious.
Almost like -
Could it be one of my friends?
The thought suddenly struck . And it made sense. Otherwise, why would a random wolf appear in front of ?
But again, none of my friends had golden or green eyes. The only ones I knew with such eyes were -
No!
No. That couldn’t be possible. But the more I looked at the wolf, the more familiar its eyes starting appearing.
I glanced toward the glass windows. Outside, the full moon had made its appearance, pulsing with a silvery glow that turned the world almost dreamlike.
I moved around the desk carefully, trying not to look away from the wolf’s eyes.
"Okay," I said in a low and cautious voice. "I’ll just... sit over here. Not moving. Not running. You can... do whatever you want."
The wolf stood up instantly, making flinch. But I cald down when it didn’t lunge.
It started walking. Quietly. Slowly... To .
I stumbled into the chair behind the desk with hamring heart. But it didn’t attack. Neither did it co too close.
Instead, it lay down in front of , between the desk and the main exit, paws crossed like a statue and eyes trained on . That was it.
We stayed like that.
Five minutes passed.
Then ten.
Then thirty.
The longer I sat, the more my breath slowed. My limbs stopped shaking and my heartbeat steadied, if only slightly. The weight of fear was beginning to lift.
"Who are you?" I asked softly and noticed how its ears twitched imdiately.
I wasn’t expecting a response. But still, I found myself speaking again. "If you wanted to hurt , you would have done it already."
Still no movent.
"So why are you here?"
It blinked again, slower this ti.
I leaned back in the chair and my gaze drifted up toward the massive window overlooking the courtyard. The moon had reached its peak now. Its light was softer sohow, less blinding. Like it had finished whatever pull it held.
"I have never t a wolf like you." The words ca out without aning to. I should be screaming. I should be trying to escape. But I wasn’t.
Because sowhere deep in my chest, a strange calm had settled.
Maybe I was tired. Or maybe it was the quiet, the moonlight, the steady rhythm of breath beside .
Or maybe...
Maybe I was feeling sothing. A connection. A bond. A familiarity.
The wolf didn’t move again, but I noticed the shift in its posture - just a slight adjustnt of its head, a flick of its tail, like it was trying to get comfortable.
"Are you one of them?" I murmured the question before I could have stopped myself.
And while there was still no response from the wolf, I knew that it belonged to one of the Rogue Alphas. Because that sa pull was there that always ca with the brothers.
I just didn’t know which one.
Another ten minutes passed.
I pulled my knees up to my chest in the chair and rested my chin atop them. Neither of us moved. The world outside had gone still, the campus swallowed in that deep, velvet silence that only ca once the moon was highest and strongest.
And then, I sensed a shift in the very air surrounding . It was slow, gentle. Almost like wind rustling through the trees.
I heard bones creak.
Fur shimred.
My heart was thudding as the figure began to rise - limbs stretching, form contorting, light bending in ways it shouldn’t have.
I scrambled to my feet with wide eyes. The moonlight caught on skin, not fur, as the wolf - no, the person - stood up.
Naked.
Tall.
And facing away from . His back was tense, head bowed, and his dark hair was a ss.
Even with his back facing , I recognized him imdiately. How could I not when the rush of familiar tingles hit hard?
My breath hitched as I watched him turn. Just slightly. Just enough for the shadows to part.
I knew that voice the mont it whispered, low and soft.
"...You stayed."
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