i burst into the great hall.
nobody.
i visit the council room.
he is there with his advisers and fiancée.
they are surprised,
and do not recognize me.
until i speak.
my brother is first to respond.
he demands to know how i'm alive.
i don't look at him.
he could've said good bye before i was thrown out.
but he still sent me out to the wolves.
he is the king.
he is the golden boy.
i growl at him.
he eyes are wide with surprise.
"you have changed, sister."
he says, mockingly.
"and you have not, golden one."
i sneer back.
"at least the wolves gave me a chance to change."
i curl my lip, just like prince.
my brother keeps his golden facade.
"but now what is going to happen to us?"
he asks.
"i don't know."
i say.
"maybe the rightful heir should take his place."
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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