Voce - Garota Lobo Com

When you’re together after midnight, her eyes catch the streetlight like amber. Her laugh gets a little rougher, lower in the throat. She walks ahead of you on the sidewalk, barefoot, her shadow stretching long and feral. You notice the silver ring on her finger, the one shaped like a howling snout.

So when she curls up at the foot of your bed at 3 a.m., knees to her chest, breathing slow and deep, you don’t call her strange. You run your fingers through her tangled hair. You whisper, “Good girl.” Garota Lobo Com Voce

I’ve written it as a lyrical prose-poem / flash fiction piece. Garota Loba Com Você When you’re together after midnight, her eyes catch

Com você means she chose you. Not the pack. Not the hunt. You. When you’re together after midnight