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I tentatively called out, a sense of unease creeping into my heart.
There was no response, only a suffocating silence.
With a snap, I turned on the light, its brightness dispelling the shadows in the room.
Vito was curled up in the corner, its small body trembling like a leaf caught in the wind.
It shook incessantly, letting out low whimpers that sounded like cries.
Its fur stood on end, resembling a puffed-up hedgehog, ready to face any threat.
"Vito, what's wrong? Sweetheart?"
I approached it, crouching down with concern lacing my voice.
It slowly lifted its head, looking at me with fearful eyes filled with helplessness and despair.
Its eyes glimmered with an eerie light, like two burning coals flickering uneasily in the dark.
I cautiously extended my hand, wanting to stroke it and offer some comfort.
But it suddenly recoiled, letting out a low growl as if warning me to stay away.
I froze, a wave of bitterness washing over me.
Vito had never acted this way; it was usually so gentle and clingy, following me like a little shadow.
What was wrong today? What had it gone through?
I reached out again, slowly inching closer, my movements gentle as if handling fragile porcelain.
"Vito, don’t be afraid. It’s me, Marina, your Marina."
My voice was soft, carrying a soothing tone, as if I were comforting a frightened child.
Vito seemed to understand my words; it slowly relaxed its body, the tension in its muscles gradually easing.
I gently stroked its head. Its fur was rough, like steel needles pricking my hand, a stark contrast to the soft touch I had known before.
Suddenly, Vito let out a heart-wrenching howl, a sound filled with pain and despair, like a wail from hell.
Its body began to swell, bones cracking ominously as if they were about to break, sending chills down my spine.
I instinctively pulled back my hand, watching in horror as Vito underwent a shocking transformation. Fear surged within me like a tidal wave.
Its limbs grew thick and powerful, claws sharp as knives, and its fur became dense and tough, resembling a layer of black armor.
In the end, it transformed into a massive black wolf, imposing and formidable.
Its eyes shone with a silver light, like two cold stars radiating an intimidating chill.
I screamed in terror and fell to the ground, feeling as if the entire world was spinning around me.
My heart raced wildly, nearly leaping from my throat, and my breathing quickened.
My mind went blank; I could not think at all, only staring dumbfounded at the scene unfolding before me.
What on earth was happening?
Vito—no, it should be called the wolf now. It had transformed into a gigantic black wolf.
I trembled in the corner, too afraid to make a sound, terrified of disturbing the beast before me.
It slowly approached me, each step feeling like it was pressing down on my heart, suffocating me with fear.
I was terrified, thinking it would attack me, tear me apart like a beast devouring its prey.
But it didn’t. It came to a stop in front of me, lowered its head, and nuzzled my face with its nose, its movements gentle as if it were being affectionate.
Its eyes were filled with warmth and sadness, silently conveying something profound.
Trembling, I reached out to stroke its fur. It was soft and warm, like velvet, a stark contrast to the roughness I had felt moments before.
Suddenly, I understood—Vito—it wasn’t just an ordinary dog; it must be a werewolf, one hidden within human society.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, reminding myself not to panic.
I had to help it; I couldn’t abandon it. It was my Vito, my family.
I leaned against the wall to stand up. My legs were still shaking, but I had to be strong. For Vito, I had to be brave.
I walked over to Vito and gently embraced it, burying my face in its soft fur.
“Vito, don’t worry. I will protect you, no matter what happens.”
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