Lena stepped closer, holding the filled syringe low, her tone calm and even. “Easy,” she said, her voice a soft thread of sound, barely above a whisper. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
The wolf’s ears flicked. One paw shifted forward. Barely.
Nyx stirred within her again, a deep growl rising just beneath Lena’s skin. “Be careful.”
Her wolf’s voice was sharper now. Not just a warning—a demand.
Lena exhaled slowly, centering herself. Her fingers tightened around the syringe as she unlocked the crate again with a soft click, the metal door swinging open silently.
The brown wolf remained perfectly still, its eyes locked onto hers, unblinking. It made no move to attack or retreat. Just watched.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she murmured, her voice low, steady.
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