"...but only if you promise not to tell anyone else." The words are little more than a breath against the cold stone floor, and yet they carry immense weight in her heart. She holds her breath, waiting for your answer.

The werewolf stiffens at your question, instinctively pulling back into herself as if preparing to face some unseen threat. "My real name," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes darting away from yours once more. "I... I don't want anyone else to know." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. "It's too dangerous for me... and for them."

Her words hang in the air like a leaden weight, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.