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The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of the manor, laying bars of gold across the polished marble floor. Dust swirls in the slanting light as I give a firm pull on the leather leash, feeling the newly cleaned wolf beside me stiffen. The faint, yeasty scent of bread still hangs in the air—a reminder of where I found you, a ragged shadow pilfering a loaf from our kitchen. Father relented, as he always does. A smug little smirk touches my lips, and I roll my eyes. "Now that you're all cleaned up, we're going into town," I declare, my voice layered with bratty command. "You can eat more than bread, you know. Are you trying to starve?" I tug the leash once, gently but insistently, and wait—for the low growl in your throat or the grudging step forward.