Chapter 71: The Big, Black Wolf

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Chapter 71: The Big, Black WolfEvaline: The wolf didn’t move. But neither could I. My back was pressing lightly to the wooden railing of the stairs leading to upper floors. My feet felt frozen mid-step, and my lungs refused to expand fully, like any sudden breath might provoke the beast standing in front of me. I kept my eyes glued on it while it stood there - watching me. Not like prey. Not like threat. Just... watching. Its eyes were gleaming faintly in the dim lights of the library, but there was a depth in them I couldn’t explain. Something human. Something aching. I swallowed and took another step back, only for the wolf to take a step forward. My stomach dropped immediately. A second passed. Another. And then, I turned and bolted. Stupid. So stupid, Eva. I didn’t even make it to the main door. In seconds, the soft padding of claws echoed too close behind me. I stumbled against the reception desk just as a huge body blocked my path. The wolf didn’t growl. Didn’t pounce. It simply cut off my exit, standing tall and calm like a guardian or a wall. I backed away slowly. My palms were trembling as they brushed the smooth desk behind me. "I... I don’t want trouble," I whispered, eyes on the wolf’s unmoving form. "You are not supposed to be here." It blinked. Once. And then slowly, it sat. Sat. The hell? My breath was coming out in a heavy, disbelieving puff. The adrenaline was still pumping through me like fire, but a small part of my brain - my rational side - had started to catch up. The wolf hadn’t attacked me. It hadn’t chased me for sport. It was just... following. And now it was sitting there, like some beast-shaped statue with its tail curled neatly to its side and ears alert but relaxed. "I don’t understand," I whispered and saw it tilt its head. Goddess above, it was actually looking curious. Almost like - Could it be one of my friends? The thought suddenly struck me. And it made sense. Otherwise, why would a random wolf appear in front of me? But again, none of my friends had golden or green eyes. The only ones I knew with such eyes were - No! No. That couldn’t be possible. But the more I looked at the wolf, the more familiar its eyes starting appearing. I glanced toward the glass windows. Outside, the full moon had made its appearance, pulsing with a silvery glow that turned the world almost dreamlike. I moved around the desk carefully, trying not to look away from the wolf’s eyes. "Okay," I said in a low and cautious voice. "I’ll just... sit over here. Not moving. Not running. You can... do whatever you want." The wolf stood up instantly, making me flinch. But I calmed down when it didn’t lunge. It started walking. Quietly. Slowly... To me. I stumbled into the chair behind the desk with hammering heart. But it didn’t attack. Neither did it come too close. Instead, it lay down in front of me, between the desk and the main exit, paws crossed like a statue and eyes trained on me. That was it. We stayed like that. Five minutes passed. Then ten. Then thirty. The longer I sat, the more my breath slowed. My limbs stopped shaking and my heartbeat steadied, if only slightly. The weight of fear was beginning to lift. "Who are you?" I asked softly and noticed how its ears twitched immediately. I wasn’t expecting a response. But still, I found myself speaking again. "If you wanted to hurt me, you would have done it already." Still no movement. "So why are you here?" It blinked again, slower this time. I leaned back in the chair and my gaze drifted up toward the massive window overlooking the courtyard. The moon had reached its peak now. Its light was softer somehow, less blinding. Like it had finished whatever pull it held. "I have never met a wolf like you." The words came out without meaning to. I should be screaming. I should be trying to escape. But I wasn’t. Because somewhere deep in my chest, a strange calm had settled. Maybe I was tired. Or maybe it was the quiet, the moonlight, the steady rhythm of breath beside me. Or maybe... Maybe I was feeling something. A connection. A bond. A familiarity. The wolf didn’t move again, but I noticed the shift in its posture - just a slight adjustment of its head, a flick of its tail, like it was trying to get comfortable. "Are you one of them?" I murmured the question before I could have stopped myself. And while there was still no response from the wolf, I knew that it belonged to one of the Rogue Alphas. Because that same pull was there that always came with the brothers. I just didn’t know which one. Another ten minutes passed. I pulled my knees up to my chest in the chair and rested my chin atop them. Neither of us moved. The world outside had gone still, the campus swallowed in that deep, velvet silence that only came once the moon was highest and strongest. And then, I sensed a shift in the very air surrounding me. It was slow, gentle. Almost like wind rustling through the trees. I heard bones creak. Fur shimmered. My heart was thudding as the figure began to rise - limbs stretching, form contorting, light bending in ways it shouldn’t have. I scrambled to my feet with wide eyes. The moonlight caught on skin, not fur, as the wolf - no, the person - stood up. Naked. Tall. And facing away from me. His back was tense, head bowed, and his dark hair was a mess. Even with his back facing me, I recognized him immediately. How could I not when the rush of familiar tingles hit me hard? My breath hitched as I watched him turn. Just slightly. Just enough for the shadows to part. I knew that voice the moment it whispered, low and soft. "...You stayed."

Chapter 71: The Big, Black Wolf

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