Zaria

The forest is alive. Breathing. Watching. Every shadow feels like it’s crawling closer. Every tree feels like it’s leaning in to hear my thoughts. Levi’s still circling like a wolf who wants to sink his teeth into me, Oscar standing too still, too calm, like a soldier who’s waiting for orders that haven’t come yet.

I hate them both. I want them both. I want none of them. My body betrays me again, my scent thickening until the air feels poisoned with it. My wolf prowls under ...