Zion |✔️ {featured on Wattpad Talent Scouts}

The biting chill of a New York City autumn seeped through Sybil’s threadbare jacket, a cruel reminder of her newly acquired unemployment and her even newer status as a rogue. Her last paycheck, clutched in her hand, felt like a mocking whisper of stability that had just slipped through her fingers.

“Damnit!” she muttered, kicking a stray pebble. Just when she thought she was getting used to the relentless hustle of the city, fate, it seemed, had other plans. Losing her job was just another sting in the fresh wound of her rejection.

She took a left turn, opting for the temporary solace of the park rather than her suffocating basement apartment. The familiar scent of damp earth and distant street food was comforting, but today, an unfamiliar, intoxicating aroma cut through it all—a scent that made her wolf stir with an intensity she hadn't felt since her rejection.

It was a primal, magnetic pull, a mix of power and something indefinable that sent shivers down her spine. Sybil scanned the bustling park, but the source remained elusive. Frustration simmered as she failed to trace the captivating scent.

Just as she resigned herself to its mystery, a jarring tug on her purse ripped her back to reality. “HEY!” she screamed, her voice cracking, as a figure in a gray hoodie vanished into the crowd, her precious purse in tow. Adrenaline surged, and her wolf snarled, eager to give chase. Ignoring the shocked stares of passersby, Sybil sprinted after the thief, her legs burning with a familiar rage.