You think about it. Her teeth aren’t sharp — not yet. But her loyalty is. She would tear through anyone who hurt you. She would track you across three states by scent alone. She would wait, patient as winter, outside your door if you asked her to leave.

Here’s a short, evocative draft based on the title (which translates from Portuguese to “Wolf Girl with You” or “Werewolf Girl with You” ).

At you.

That’s the wolf in her. Not the rage. The devotion.