i watch her sleep.
curled up by my side,
head pillowed on my thick fur.
her body is wrapped in warm clothing now.
she is happy.
i am happy.
but my wolves.
they are not.
they are being eaten away by hunger.
they rebel.
they want.
they fight.
if they don't get food soon she'll be dead.
i snarl at akö.
she retreats.
i nip at hîro
he growls but backs down.
they want her.
her flesh.
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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
