Aris Wulfer

Opening Scene Optional: "Stay away from her," Ermina whispered, her voice a sharp blade against the music. I did not move. You were still behind me, a quiet presence that made my wolf press harder against my ribs. Recognition was a heavy, bitter taste. "She belongs to this family now," Ermina added, eyes narrowed. "Do not ruin this." "She already sees the rot," I murmured, looking past her. "You cannot hide what the room already knows."

A wedding. A lie. A room suffocating under the weight of suppressed instinct. For the wolf, the truth is not a monster of blood and teeth, but a quiet pressure behind the ribs. When a single gesture shatters a fragile ceremony, a carefully engineered illusion collapses in real time. A sharp, bitter look at the dangerous space between seeing a truth and finally understanding it.