Julia.
I can feel it again, that familiar heat coursing through me, just beneath the surface, whispering, urging me. It's been with me my entire life, yet still, no one understands it—not my family, not even her. They all think I'm just a shadow, a byproduct of their mistakes. But they don't know the truth. They don't see me for what I truly am.
I am not just a hybrid of wolf and fire fox. I am power. I am fire incarnate.
There's a wildness in me that runs deeper than anything they could ever comprehend. The fire inside me is ancient—unpredictable, dangerous, beautiful. It's a hunger that never stops growing. A burning essence that pulses through my veins with every beat of my heart, a constant reminder of what I am capable of. When I get angry, when I let my emotions take control, the air around me shifts. The temperature rises. You can feel it. The very atmosphere warps, distorting, like the world itself can't contain the inferno inside me.
And why should it?
