Here’s a short, evocative draft based on the title (which translates from Portuguese to “Wolf Girl with You” or “Werewolf Girl with You” ).

When you’re together after midnight, her eyes catch the streetlight like amber. Her laugh gets a little rougher, lower in the throat. She walks ahead of you on the sidewalk, barefoot, her shadow stretching long and feral. You notice the silver ring on her finger, the one shaped like a howling snout.

“Aren’t you scared?” she asks once, stopping under a broken streetlamp.

Com você means she chose you. Not the pack. Not the hunt. You.

I’ve written it as a lyrical prose-poem / flash fiction piece. Garota Loba Com Você