Garota Lobo Com Voce -

You think about it. Her teeth aren’t sharp — not yet. But her loyalty is. She would tear through anyone who hurt you. She would track you across three states by scent alone. She would wait, patient as winter, outside your door if you asked her to leave.

“That I’ll bite.”

So when she curls up at the foot of your bed at 3 a.m., knees to her chest, breathing slow and deep, you don’t call her strange. You run your fingers through her tangled hair. You whisper, “Good girl.” Garota Lobo Com Voce

“Aren’t you scared?” she asks once, stopping under a broken streetlamp. You think about it

And somewhere in the distance — or maybe just inside her chest — a wolf howls. Not at the moon. She would tear through anyone who hurt you