Selena Gomez, Marshmello - Wolves (lyrics) -

As she looked across the water, the heavy weight in her chest finally began to lift. She had gone through the thicket and the thorns, and she had come out on the other side. The hunt was over. She was finally home.

She stepped off at a station that smelled of pine and damp earth, far from the concrete labyrinth she called home. The lyrics of a half-forgotten song hummed in her head: I’ve been running through the jungle, I’ve been running with the wolves. Selena Gomez, Marshmello - Wolves (Lyrics)

The city lights were a blurred, neon smear against the window of the midnight train, but Elena didn't see them. She only saw the reflection of her own restless eyes. For months, she had been running—not away from something, but toward a feeling she couldn't quite name. It was a pull in her chest, a phantom ache that whispered of a connection lost in the noise of the world. As she looked across the water, the heavy

The path ahead wasn't a road; it was a memory. She began to walk, her boots crunching over dried leaves. As the moon rose, heavy and silver, the forest began to breathe. It wasn't silent. There was a rhythm to the wind, a low-fi heartbeat that matched the steady pulse of her own stride. She was finally home

Suddenly, a low howl broke the stillness. Then another. They weren't cries of hunger, but calls of recognition. Elena looked toward the tree line and saw them—shadows moving with liquid grace. They didn't approach to hurt; they stood as sentinels.

She reached the edge of a black-water lake, its surface a perfect mirror for the stars. This was the place where they used to sit, back when life felt simple. She had crossed internal oceans and climbed mountains of regret just to stand here again, hoping to find the version of herself she’d left behind.

In that moment, the "wolves" weren't predators. They were the personification of her own resilience—the wild, untamed parts of her soul that had kept her moving through the dark. She realized she hadn't been searching for a person, but for the strength to be whole on her own.