[Sera]
I stand there, frozen in his arms, his whine vibrating through my chest like a desperate plea from some wild thing caught in a trap.
God, this feels like déjà vu on steroids. Every full moon, every stolen night when his eyes went gold and he looked at me like I was the moon herself, it always sparked this stupid flicker of hope. Like maybe, just maybe, the man behind the wolf would wake up one day and feel it too. That pull. That ache. That impossible connection.
It was like choking down candy laced with broken glass. I knew it would slice me open every time, but I'd force it down anyway, bleeding, just for that brief taste of sweet.
But now I see it for the illusion it is.
The wolf wants me, sure. Obsesses over me, claims me like territory. But that's instinct, not choice. Not
