Prince of Wolves

f i g h t

they are inside the cave.

their hunger fills the space.

the prince is in the centre of it all.

he is barking at them.

they bow their heads.

he growls and they whine pitifully.

then they smell me.

they turn.

they forget the lesson they were learning.

their eyes are bright.

they stalk towards me.

they let their jaws hang open.

the saliva drips and their teeth gleam.

a take out my dagger.

they hesitate.

one, he is young and naïve.

he hasn't known the pain inflicted by man.

he doesn't stop.

he approaches.

prince howls.

fierce and powerful.

the young one doesn't listen.

he eyes me.

he ignores the dagger.

he crouches.

i'm ready.

he leaps.

he lands on me.

i'm on the ground.

his mouth reaches for my neck.

i lift the dagger up.

up, into his chest.

his blood is warm and sticky.

i push his body off.

he whines like a baby.

they are now focused on him.

i am dangerous.

they know that.

but he is weak.

and the blood.

the smell of it.

the wolves are upon him by the time prince reaches me.

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