he whispers me secrets.
through a throaty growl.
through an affectionate nuzzle.
through a soft whimper.
he tells me his secrets.
he paws at me.
he lets me take his warmth.
so i listen.
i don't understand what he says.
but i think i know.
he wants me to stay.
he is lonely.
he is the prince.
but no one truly listens to him.
he is different.
i can tell.
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Prince of Wolves
Contoi 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
