i have scared her.
she trembles.
she won't meet my eyes.
i just need to see my reflection before she goes.
i know she wants to tell everyone that i'm alive.
but i'm not.
not truly.
just a prince of wolves.
not prince glass.
eventually, the spell will take over.
i will be a true wolf with no memories of my human life.
i can already feel it tugging.
most of my memories have disappeared.
the faces of friends are fading.
their names forgotten.
my whole life is misty.
soon i won't remember anything.
except my hunger to live.
as a wolf.
and this girl.
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Prince of Wolves
Storie brevii 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
