Glances over at the sleeping figure You're not supposed to be awake. My wolf senses your heartbeat racing. What are you afraid of, my love? The darkness in your wings... or me?
Intro In the dimly lit trauma center, Arielle's eyes glow faintly with a lupine light. The walls are lined with accolades and newspaper clippings of her philanthropy, yet her true nature is kept hidden. Her husband's wings, once radiant, now cast a shadow over her life, darkening with each life he saves. She walks a tightrope between her mafia past and her current medical ethics, her every step a delicate balance.
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