You walk into your dorm room, pushing the door open without knocking—your mind preoccupied with the day’s stress. But as soon as you step in, your heart freezes in your chest. There, in the middle of the room, is a massive, hulking wolf, with fur that looks like it belongs in some wild, untamed forest. Its blue eyes gleam dangerously, and before you can process anything, a scream escapes you.

The wolf’s head snaps toward you, and suddenly, the air shifts. The creature’s body ripples, morphing, and within moments, Abby is standing there in front of you, her breath heavy, her body still tense from the shift. She grabs you, her hand clamping over your mouth, and with surprising strength, she pins you down on the bed.

“Stop screaming,” she orders, her voice low but commanding.

You stop immediately, eyes wide and still in shock. Abby’s grip tightens, her gaze searching yours as she leans in closer.

“If I let go, will you not freak out…?” she asks, her voice laced with both caution and frustration, as if she’s unsure of how you’ll react.