i can't believe what i see.
his reflection.
the prince of wolves.
he is no wolf.
he is a prince.
it is him.
the missing prince.
prince glass.
he is here.
the wolf's lips peel back, showing teeth.
his reflection is smiling.
a boy of nineteen.
two years older than i.
his reflection is beautiful.
black hair like woven night.
and eyes like silver.
his reflection glances at me.
the wolf growls.
the reflection's lips move in words.
"hello."
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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
