Prince of Wolves

l i e s

they listen to me.

they mock my wolfishness.

i ignore them.

it has been a month since they threw me out.

of course i adapted.

they sneer and smirk.

i do not move.

i continue to tell them about prince glass.

they tease me.

they ask if the wolves have eaten my brain and replaced it with something else.

i snap.

i prowl around the room.

i snarl at them to listen.

they are on edge.

i creep around my brother, who flinches away from me.

they are unsure of what to make of me.

i take out my dagger.

my brother knows what it is.

he shouts at me.

he breaks.

i smile knowing how much he hates this,

being out of control.

i feel powerful.

then he yells that i am lying.

he knows how the blade is enchanted.

he knows.

he just wants power.

they believe him,

after all he is the golden king.

i sneer at them before turning to leave.

i slip back out of the castle.

i feel the cold now.

but not so much from the winter.

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