"What are you talking about?" Hazel asked in confusion, her eyes glued to the she-wolf sitting casually at a distance. Afraid the wolf would suddenly go feral and attack her.

"You need not be afraid of me. As I have said, I am you, and you are me," the she-wolf repeated, and Hazel's brows creased as she began to understand what was going on.

"Are you saying that you are my wolf?" she asked, and the she-wolf hummed.

"Yes, I am; my name is Nora, and I have been waiting for you for a long time," the wolf introduced as she began to stand up. Her knees staggered from how...