My wolf stands by her but how? She's me, how can Hazel be standing by her?
A beautiful women in a long white dress stands before me. Her long dark hair flows softly down her petite body, halfway past down her butt. Her fair brown skin glows, her beautiful eyes look like amber stones lit by the moon light. Her cheeks have a natural rosier tone, and her lips a plump pink that looks so naturally beautiful on her.
Hazel, as beautiful as ever. Her fur soft and silky, shinning bright. Her white star shape gleams in her fur by her neck.
"Selene. you finally made it." The lady smiles, her hands stretch out, and I involuntarily take her hands.
"Who who are you?" My heart raises, and I feel the pit of my stomach being overtaken by millions of
butterflies.
She chuckles while she turns and strok
