it's cold.
i can't feel my toes.
my face is numb.
but i can hear.
hear them howling.
calling.
calling for me.
for blood.
but, there's one.
he watches me.
black fur and grey eyes.
biggest of them all.
he watches, observes.
commands, kills.
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Prince of Wolves
Short Storyi hear them howl, for them. for me. for flesh. for blood. and i wonder, i wonder if i'm supposed to feel so empty, so cold. ❄️ #674 in short story - july/august 2017 #216 in my youth - august 2018 -completed
