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in the city. I gazed out the window while tightly gripping my suitcase. I kept glancing back because I was afraid the wolf was after me, even though the city lights were blurry. I hurried into my fl

to report to work. I dressed in trousers and a yellow top in the hopes that vibrant hues would cheer me up. I raced to the bus after grabbing my ske

to Marcus as the doors opened. His emerald eyes flitted to me, and his black suit gave him a powerful appearance. Every time he s

rning, Lila." I felt a bit better

Ethan was already leaving with pape

led, "Complete the poster tod

ugh I was focused on the wolf, my hand moved quickly. Those eyes seemed so near, so genuine. I gave a headshake. I needed to concentra

, "Hey, are you okay?

s reluctant to share the wolf with her. She

well, but let me know if you need to

gry-looking jaw. Did he also see the wolf? I ignored the notion and continued sketching.

eemed agitated, but his voice was quiet. I pondered with whom he was speaking. After Marcus joined him, they strolled

rop was brilliant, and the phone seemed sparkling. With my pulse racing, I made my wa

oice, I replied, "H

with his eyes. As I waited for him to speak, my stomach wrenched

e softened for a moment, as if he saw something unique in me.

n the next project." "S

oject: an image for a vehicle advertisement. We collaborated while giggling over ridiculous concepts. For a moment, her grin let me forg

ed to his powerful voice. With my pencil still in my hand, I observed him. I felt heated all over as his emerald eyes found me a

You can't stop looking at Ethan, Lilia.

, I knew she was correct. Ethan had a way of drawing me in

as quiet. My feet were heavy as I made my way to the elevator. With his hands in his pockets, Et

d quietly. His comments were

s filled with his tree-like scent. His eyes locked with mine as I looked at him. My heart stopped beating. He seemed different

e again when he replied, "See you tomorrow." He left me alone and went away. My hear

cing on my shoulder, I made my way to the bus station. I kept thinking about Ethan, his voice, his eyes. At first, I was unaware of the fo

air. I noticed them, those green eyes, shining in the darkness in the alley across the street. The wolf has returned, larger tha

erely looked without moving. Then, from behind me, rather than from the wolf, I heard a faint growl. Another wolf with vicious, golden eyes was standing there when I turned. My whole body went c