SELENE
Her hand was soft—tender yet grounding—as it moved through my hair, fingers brushing gently as she patted my head with care. Her lips curved into a knowing smile, the kind that spoke of bittersweet memories and things lost to time.
“You’ve grown up, little wolf,” she whispered fondly, her voice a melody soaked in nostalgia. “Say hi to Lyssa for me, will you? She must be so big now.”
I parted my lips to speak, licking them nervously, but before a single syllable escaped, she leaned in again—closer, bolder. This time, her kiss sank deeper. Her lips pressed against mine with a fierceness that startled me, not hungry but possessive, as if trying to claim something already slipping away.
Then—
“Hey!” A low snarl cracked the air like thunder. “Keep doing that if you wish to die!”
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