Virgin

The days passed like heavy clouds drifting across the endless sky, each one leaving an unsettling absence that permeated the shared home of Violet, Archer, and Mateo. A pallor hung over their once vibrant abode, a sense of incompleteness that invaded every nook and cranny of their existence.

Nestled deep within the heart of an ancient forest, where time seemed to dance to the rhythm of nature's heartbeat, the trio had built a sanctuary. Towering trees, ancient sentinels of wisdom, surrounded their wooden cabin. The murmur of the nearby stream was like a whispered lullaby that once brought them peace. Birds serenaded the dawn with symphonies, and the wind caressed the foliage, adding an ethereal touch to their secluded haven.

But now, an unseen shadow loomed over their tranquil existence. Mateo, driven by an unwavering and complex sense of duty, had assumed his wolf form and dedicated himself to patrolling the borders of their territory. His absence left a void that ech