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"𝓁ℴℴ𝓀, 𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝒾'𝓂 𝒶𝓁ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃"
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The feeling of having control is new for Ophelia Stone. It didn't come easy; it was something she had worked for her whole life. Control is defined as having the power to manipulate a specific person's behaviour, or a situation. In this case, and despite the fact of not having her humanity, Ophelia finally has control over herself.
As her white paws pad across crisp fallen leaves, she huffs a sigh. She watches in curiosity as the warm moisture from her breath floats into the air like a small cloud. Feeling a nudge at her shoulder, she turns around to see the pitch-black wolf beside her. When Ophelia tilts her head to the side in question, he answers it by moving his eyes forward in front of them. Without waiting for her to respond, the wolf breaks off into a run.
Ophelia's eyes narrow and she leaps to her feet to follow her older brother. As the pair of them run through the Beacon Hills Preserve, both wolves' mouths are open with their tongues happily hanging out.
Despite being February, the sun shines through the tall trees and hits onto her frosty white coat, ironically making her shiver from the warmth it provides. Ophelia's heart races from the adrenaline of the adventure of exploring a new place, and the pure euphoria she feels whilst being in her werewolf form. However, when she breaks through a cluster of bushes, she abruptly skids to a stop. She positions herself into a threatening crouch, her previously green irises now glowing their signature blood red.
