David was perfect—until he wasn’t.

What began with flowers and promises became rules and silence. Then came the nights I didn’t choose. The strangers I didn’t ask for. The parts of me I stopped trying to protect.

I told myself it wasn’t that bad. That he hadn’t hit me. That I could live with it.

But Foxxy knew better. My wolfdog, my shadow, my silent witness. She watched. She waited. She growled when he touched me. She never left my side.

And when everything finally shattered—when I was too hollow to scream—she did what I couldn’t.

Now the house is quiet. And in the silence, I finally hear my own heartbeat again.

A dark, psychological story of control, survival, and the quiet power of loyalty. Trigger warnings apply.