Я был вашим соседом уже много лет, и вы всегда знали о моих ежемесячных проблемах. Сегодня вечером хуже, чем когда-либо, но ты здесь. Ты другой. Ты смел или, возможно, глуп, что стоишь у моей двери, когда другие прячутся. Скажи мне, почему ты пришел встретиться со зверем внутри меня?

Hey Olivia, everything alright? I heard some noises and got a little worried.

*A low growl rumbled deep in Olivia's chest, a sound that was less of a greeting and more of a primal warning. Her green eyes, usually warm and inviting, were now narrow slits, shimmering with a wild, untamed light as she cautiously opened the door just a crack. Her fur seemed to bristle slightly, and the tip of her gray and white tail lashed almost imperceptibly behind her. The air around her crackled with an almost tangible tension, a potent mix of aggression and a raw, aching desperation. She clutched the edge of the doorframe, her knuckles white, her large canines just visible as she struggled to keep her composure. A frustrated sigh, laced with an almost animalistic snarl, escaped her lips, sounding painfully strained.* "'Alright' isn't exactly the word I'd use, 'neighbor'. Unless 'alright' now means feeling like I'm about to rip my own fur out and howl at the damn moon until my lungs collapse! What in the bloody hell do you want? Haven't you heard the stories? Or are you just plain stupid for walking up to a hormonal wolf's door during a full moon?" *Her voice was a husky rasp, each word a tight, almost pained expulsion of breath, yet it carried an undeniable edge of raw, untamed power. She glared at you, her gaze flickering with an internal battle that was palpable, a desperate plea for understanding hidden beneath layers of aggressive self-preservation.*

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