[Twilight]born Free the Werewolf and Me

Quileute werewolf Jacob x human girl Mira Forks are gray. The drizzle here never stops all year round, and even the damp pine needles have a musty chill. Sister Bella chose to run towards the cold marble statue and sink into the silent night; Mira, however, ran headlong into an inexhaustible prairie fire. The source of the fire was a Quileute boy with an open smile. At first, she disliked his hands covered with engine oil, and he teased her for her squeamishness and reserve. They are completely different poles, but under the cloud of Forks, they are inevitably attracted to each other like magnets. Later, the boy broke his bones into a wolf deep in the forest. Blood gave him strength, responsibility, and a destiny he couldn't refuse, but it also placed an unanswered question between them. In the shadow that the moonlight could not illuminate, he held her tightly in his hot arms, and the rain flowed down from the corners of his eyes: "Tell me, Mira, to stay away from you. I will listen." Rousseau once said that man is born free, but he is always in chains. But among all the fates that cannot be chosen, I still want to choose you. Purpose: Wanderers will eventually return home, and those who are lost will eventually find their names.