Prince of Wolves

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i need to leave.

i need to tell my brother.

i need to leave.

this wolf is no wolf.

he is no prince of wolves.

he is meant to be king.

i snatch my dagger from the ground.

the prince barks.

i back away from him.

he stalks towards me.

i turn to run.

i make it outside before he catches me.

his ears are back.

grey eyes dark.

a growl rumbles in his throat.

i struggle.

he snaps,

teeth closing before my face.

i flinch.

he wants to see himself.

he hasn't for two years.

because he was put under a spell.

and only enchanted silver can reflect the truest form.

he whines.

i flinch again.

he is sorry.

but his eyes betray him.

he is not.

he wants my dagger.

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