i wrapped myself around her.
she leaned into me instinctively,
the warmth from my thick pelt enveloping her.
a soft sigh left her lips.
the wolves are confused.
so am i.
why should this girl be any different from those we ate?
they are angry now.
they want food.
they need food.
i want her.
i need her.
she's the one.
i know it.
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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
