Lara's POV
I couldn't explain the pull I felt when he came closer. It wasn't just warmth or comfort, it was like a magnetic force that reached for me, as though our souls were intertwined. The invisible energy between us reminded me of Marco.
Then it happened, the wolf' moved nearer, his red eyes fixed on mine with an expression that didn't belong to a wild creature. There was knowing there, and sorrow, and something heartbreakingly human.
My breath caught when his muzzle brushed my lips. The touch was gentle, and yet it felt so startlingly familiar that my mind refused to believe what my heart already knew.
It can't be him, yet it felt like him.
"It felt like you are him," I whispered shakily, my voice barely more than air. "Why do you feel like Marco?"
A sound answered me, rough and deep, threading through the night like a memory. "Yes, it is me, Lara."
