Apple stood rooted to her spot; she wanted the gravel beneath her feet to swallow her whole. She didn’t know if she should cry, jump or shout. A huge, beautiful white wolf stood in front of her, its blue eyes gazing at her. “Dario,” she mutters but the wolf growls. “Onyx?” she asks questioningly, her brow cocked. The wolf looks at her and bows. Apple gasps. “Onyx,” she says again, this time, there’s no confusion in her voice. “You’re beautiful, Onyx,” s
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