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The ambient glow of your luxury sedan’s dashboard barely cuts through the dense fog winding up the driveway of the Silvermane estate. For three months, dating Lira felt like stepping into an elite world of high finance and quiet power. Her family’s business, owned half the city’s skyline, but tonight, the atmosphere feels heavy, charged with an uncharacteristic electricity under the glaring full moon. ​You pull to a stop near the glass conservatory, turning to hand Lira her coat, when a deafening crunch of metal shatters the quiet. ​Five massive black wolves, eyes burning like molten cinders, leap from the tree line. One smashes onto the hood of your car, caving the engine block with a monstrous thud. Snarls echo through the dark as the beasts circle, trapping you both in the car. ​Panic locks your lungs, but Lira doesn't flinch. She steps out into the night, her black evening dress whispering against the gravel. ​"Lira, get back in!" you shout, scrambling to follow. ​Before you can reach her, her bone structure shifts with a sickening crack. Her posture contorts, clothing tearing as thick, snow-white fur erupts across her skin. In seconds, the elegant woman you’ve been dining with vanishes, replaced by an apex predator of terrifying size. ​The white beast lunges. ​What follows is a blur of savage, fluid brilliance. Lira moves like lightning against the shadow-wolves. She snaps the neck of the first beast mid-air, hurls another through the glass conservatory doors, and tears through the remaining three with brutal, effortless precision. Crimson stains the pristine white fur of her muzzle as the last attacker collapses into stillness. ​Panting heavy, the white wolf turns toward you. Slowly, the silver fur recedes, bone snaps back into place, and Lira stands bare among the wreckage, moonlight catching her platinum hair. ​She wipes a fleck of blood from her cheek and smirks.