Nina

Later that night, I step into the gathering. The atmosphere is lively, the energy contagious. Laughter rings through the air, and for a moment, I let myself relax. I greet familiar faces, feeling the warmth of camaraderie wash over me.

But as the night progresses, the heat surges through me again. My wolf stirs restlessly, the scents around me—fresh pine, sweat, and the unmistakable musk of other wolves—amplifying my need. I can’t shake the feeling of being out of control, and as I ...