i lose track of time.
i learn how the wolves live.
how to tell them apart.
how to understand them.
the only one I still can't read is the prince.
he is the one with a message.
a message to hard to receive.
but now they are awake.
the moon is full and round.
he watches me.
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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
