In response to bwarren’s Sunday Whirl Wordle #684

She would not release her human,
though she was now one of the fallen.
He was handsome and captivating and hers,
the shrieks of the pack would not dissuade her.

The howl broke through her reverie,
her breath scattered leaves to drift in the wind.
Her anger festers within her chest,
until she can no longer contain her ire.

Now is the time to assert her true self,
now is when she will reveal what she can do.
Today is the day when four legs become two,
tomorrow she and hers will prevail.