Evan
She’s changing.
I noticed it in the way she walked into the office that morning. Her steps were lighter, but more grounded. Controlled, even though her eyes kept darting towards me.
Something stirred beneath her surfaces. I could feel it. How her scent was sharper now — more distinct. Not perfume not soap.
Her.
The real her.
The part of her that had been buried all this time was waking up. Slowly. Quietly. But undeniably. And that’s not a good one.
And it terrifies me.
I kept my eyes on the document in front of me, not because I was reading it, but because watching her too long made the wolf inside me grow restless. It had never reacted to anyone like this — not even women I was supposed to be compatible with. Not in the traditional werewolf sense. But her? One glance, and I
