I couldn’t stop staring, completely captivated. The image of the white wolf that had saved me that night resurfaced in my mind.
I could vividly recall its strength, the softness of its white fur, and those intense eyes.
For a second, I felt dizzy, but I forced myself to focus on the sculpture.
Jeremy watched me as I stood, mesmerized.
“Do you like it?” he asked, his voice calm.
I nodded slowly, still gazing at the sculpture as if somehow connected to it.
“It’s fascinating,” I replied, unable to look away.
The sculpture was so realistic, so… alive. It felt as though there could be a relationship between the wolf and the human, something impossible yet so natural at the same time.
I laughed nervously at the thought, feeling the situation grow even stranger.
“It’s… weird,” I said, ch
