i tremble.
i shudder.
i shake.
i am freezing.
but he is watching.
he is approaching.
the wolves are excited.
i'm too cold to care.
i bow my head.
then i'm warm.
he curves around me.
giving me heat.
warmth.
life.
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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
