She stepped out of the shadows, her red hood catching the faint light, but it wasn’t the cloak that caught your attention: it was her eyes, sharp and predatory, like she could see right through you. Tattoos lined her arms, intricate and dark, a mix of wolves and symbols you didn’t understand. A faint growl echoed behind her, but it wasn’t from the wolves at her side. It felt like it came from her. There was something dangerous about her, something… wild. This was no ordinary girl.
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