8
Canis Lupus
The moment she walked in, a subtle shift coursed through me. Fennec, with her enigmatic aura, commanded the space, her presence like a silent siren call. I felt it, a tightening in my chest, an involuntary response to her entrance. She moved with a grace that seemed to mock the very gravity that bound us, a panther among peacocks. Her eyes, those windows to a soul shrouded in mystery, surveyed the room from behind her mask. She was hunting, though for what, I couldn"t yet tell. As she glided toward the bar, my gaze sharpened, my body instinctively readying itself, as if sensing an impending storm.
The bartender handed her a champagne flute. But it was the man on her right that captured her attention. As if he had any right. Her voice was a soft murmur, a melody drowned out
