his silver eyes are unblinking.
he steps off of me.
he turns away from me.
ashamed.
of the scratches left on my arms.
he doesn't watch me leave.
i sprint to the castle.
i hurry inside.
my dagger is cool in my hand.
the silver shines in the light.
like his eyes.
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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
