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A figure stood at the corner.
Tall.
Still.
Watching.
He didn’t move.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t have a face.
But I knew—
he was looking at me.
My heart pounded in my chest.
I tried to turn around.
I couldn’t.
Tried to scream.
Nothing came out.
The figure stepped forward—
Long, slow, deliberate steps—
His shadow stretched across the pavement toward me like fingers reaching for my throat.
I stumbled back—
And fell.
Fell and fell and fell—
into darkness so thick it wrapped around my lungs.
Then—
A voice.
Low.
Rough.
Urgent.
“Nora. Nora—hey—look at me.”
The darkness shattered.
I woke with a gasp.
Wolf
