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When the wolf first came, it came like winter, soft-footed, sharp-toothed, smelling of snow and hunger.
It lingered by the threshold for days, pacing, leaving paw prints in the frost that never seemed to melt. I watched it from the window, the way its yellow eyes caught the candlelight, the way it tilted its head when you laughed inside.

You never heard it scratching at the wood at night.
I told you it was nothing, just the wind in the eaves.

But one evening, while you slept, I opened the door.
I thought: Better it come in on my terms than on its own.
It padded across the floor, so large it seemed to dim the room. I offered it bread and meat, but it took only my hand in its jaws, gently, like a lover leading me somewhere I did not want to go but could not resist.

It lay down at the foot of our bed that night, tail curled like a scythe. You breathed easier, no longer tossing from dreams. I told myself I had done right.

Weeks passed. The wolf learned your scent. It learned your name. It learned how to mimic the weight of my hand on your back when you slept, the warmth of my voice in the morning. Slowly, it crept closer, not to me, but to you.

And then one night, I woke to find it beside you, not at my feet.
Its fur brushed your bare skin.
Its teeth showed when it smiled in the dark.
You murmured something and curled into it, as though you had always known it, as though it had been me all along.

Now, the wolf sleeps in our bed.
I lie awake in the cold space it has left me, listening to you breathe against its chest. It wears your smile now, and sometimes, when you speak to it, I am not sure if you remember I was ever here at all.

But I keep the door open.
Somehow, I think that is what it wanted.