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Echoes of the wolf

Echoes of the wolf

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Mira Vale is a young werewolf struggling to balance her dual existence. Living with her cruel aunt and distant uncle in a secluded farmhouse, Mira has been hiding her wolf identity for years. Her life is a constant battle, trying to fit into a world that doesn't understand her, while the animal inside her fights for control. She yearns for freedom, but her inner wolf is a constant reminder of what she truly is. Her only solace is the woods-her escape from the suffocating life she leads in the farmhouse. It is here she encounters Ryder, a mysterious young man who seems to know more about her than he should. Ryder is different, and there's something about him that Mira can't ignore. But he isn't the only one who knows her secret. Damian, a fellow student at the nearby college, also seems to know more than he lets on. His smoldering gaze and unpredictable behavior stir something deep inside Mira, something that she's afraid to acknowledge. The tension between them builds as secrets unravels, forcing Mira to confront her emotions, her fears, and the dangerous consequences of falling for a human. Torn between the enigmatic Ryder and the brooding Damian, Mira faces the ultimate question: which path will she choose? Will she embrace the wolf inside her or risk losing herself in the process?

Chapter 1 SECRETS IN THE SHADOWS

Mira Vale didn't flinch when the vase shattered against the wall next to her. She didn't even blink. Instead, she locked eyes with her aunt, her expression a mask of cold indifference. The shards of glass scattered across the wooden floor like a thousand sharp reminders of her aunt's rage.

"You're not listening to me!" Margaret shrieked, her face flushed red with anger. "You think you can just waltz in and out of this house whenever you want? This isn't some halfway house for strays!"

Mira's lips curled into a slow, mocking smile. "Then why don't you kick me out?" The words were like ice, sharp and biting, each one a calculated jab.

Her uncle shifted uncomfortably in his chair at the table, but he didn't intervene. He never did. The man was a shadow in his own home, content to let Margaret's wrath reign unchecked. Mira could feel his eyes on her, but he never spoke up, never took her side. It was always the same-her aunt's voice, loud and shrill, and her uncle's silence, deafening.

Margaret's voice rose another octave, but Mira tuned her out. She was tired of the same old arguments, the accusations, the thinly veiled hatred. Every word her aunt spat was a reminder that Mira didn't belong here. No matter how many times she played the role of the obedient niece, it was never enough. There was no place for her in this house.

"You're lucky we even let you stay under this roof," Margaret hissed, stepping closer, her breath hot with fury. "Don't think I don't know you've been sneaking around behind my back."

Mira leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, her demeanor as unyielding as stone. "Lucky? That's one word for it." Her voice was ice, each syllable deliberate, cold. It was her armor, the only thing keeping her from crumbling under the weight of everything she couldn't say. She was nothing more than an inconvenience here, a mistake her aunt had to put up with.

Margaret stared at her, breathless with fury. She was so close now that Mira could feel the heat radiating off her, a simmering volcano ready to erupt. But Mira didn't give her the satisfaction of a reaction. She wasn't afraid of her anymore. She was beyond that.

With a final, exasperated huff, Margaret spun on her heel, storming off toward the kitchen. Mira didn't move. She didn't need to. She had won this round, if only for the moment.

She turned on her heel and strode out the back door, slamming it behind her. The sound of the door's violent swing echoed in the night, but Mira didn't look back. She didn't care. The farmhouse had never been home, not really. It was just a place she was forced to endure, a cage she couldn't escape.

The woods were calling.

The forest was the only place where Mira truly felt alive. It was the only place where the wolf inside her wasn't an enemy to be suppressed. The air in the woods was thick with the scent of earth and pine, cool and damp, filling her lungs as she moved deeper into the trees. The tall, towering giants of the forest stood like silent sentinels, their branches intertwined to form a canopy that blocked out the moonlight.

She moved quickly, her boots crunching against the undergrowth, each step further from the suffocating weight of her aunt's house. The woods embraced her, the rustling of the leaves soothing her soul. Here, she could breathe. But even as the tension in her shoulders eased, the wolf inside her stirred, restless.

Her hand clenched into a fist. She hated the pull, the way it whispered to her, tempting her to let go of her control. The wolf was always there, an insistent presence, clawing at the edges of her mind.

You're stronger than this, she told herself.

A rustling sound to her right made her stop. Her body tensed instantly, every muscle coiled tight like a spring. She crouched low, her sharp eyes scanning the darkness, her senses heightened. The faintest shift in the air, the sound of a twig snapping underfoot-it was enough to set her instincts into overdrive.

"Mira," a voice called softly, breaking through the tension.

She froze, her heart skipping a beat. She recognized the voice instantly-it was Emma.

"Go home, Emma," Mira said without turning around, her voice firm and clipped.

The younger girl stepped out from behind a tree, her flashlight flickering unsteadily. "Aunt Margaret is furious," Emma said, her voice hesitant, but there was a note of concern underlying her words.

Mira straightened, her expression unreadable, masking the brief flicker of irritation that surged in her chest. "And you thought it'd be a good idea to follow me out here? Brave of you."

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay," Emma replied, her words almost a whisper, as though she were tiptoeing around something fragile.

Mira's laugh was humorless. "Do I look like someone who needs checking on?"

Emma hesitated, her flashlight beam shaking slightly. "You're always so... angry," she said quietly. "It's like you're carrying the whole world on your shoulders."

Mira's jaw tightened, the raw truth of Emma's words like a slap to the face. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous low. "You don't know a thing about me, Emma. So stop trying to act like you care."

Emma flinched but didn't back away. Her gaze softened, though her hands trembled slightly around the flashlight. "Maybe if you let someone in, you wouldn't feel so alone."

Mira felt the walls she'd built around herself crack for just a moment. A flicker of something raw, something painful crossed her face, but before it could fully surface, she hardened her expression again, sealing it away. She couldn't let anyone in-not like that.

"Go home," Mira said again, her tone final, as though issuing an order.

Emma hesitated, her eyes searching Mira's face, but eventually, she turned and walked away. The faint glow of her flashlight disappeared into the darkness.

Mira exhaled, her breath shaky as she leaned against a nearby tree. Her hands trembled, and she clenched them into fists, forcing herself to calm down. The wolf inside her growled, restless.

Something was off tonight. Mira could feel it in the pit of her stomach, a gnawing sense of unease that wouldn't let go. She took another step into the woods, deeper, further away from the world that rejected her.

The air grew colder. The shadows seemed darker.

The howl came suddenly, low and haunting, reverberating through the trees. Mira froze, every muscle in her body tensing. It wasn't her wolf. This howl was different-wild, untamed, predatory.

Her eyes darted around the clearing, searching for the source of the sound.

And then she saw them.

Glowing eyes, golden and piercing, staring at her from the darkness.

Mira's breath caught in her throat, her heart hammering in her chest. She didn't run. She stood her ground, her fingers curling into fists as she fought the primal urge to flee.

A figure stepped forward from the shadows, emerging into the moonlight with a fluid grace that made Mira's pulse race. A man-tall, lean, and undeniably dangerous. His golden eyes were fixed on her, glinting with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine.

"Hello, little wolf," he said, his voice a silky drawl, smooth as velvet but with an underlying edge of something darker.

Mira didn't move, her expression hardening into its usual cold mask. But inside, every nerve was alight with danger. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end.

"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice steady but her pulse betraying her.

The man tilted his head, a sly smile curling at the corners of his lips. "Someone who's been looking for you, Mira," he said, his voice smooth, almost teasing.

Mira's stomach tightened. This wasn't just some stranger. This was someone who knew her-someone who had been searching for her. The pieces clicked into place, but the mystery deepened. She stood her ground, her mind racing, but she refused to show any fear.

"Why?" she asked, her voice cold.

The man's smile widened, and there was something predatory in his gaze. "Because you're not the only one who's different, Mira. You're not the only one with a secret."

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