i wake as someone nudges me.
"come hunting."
i open one eye.
then i jump to my new paws.
i nearly trip.
prince catches me.
"still not quite used to your paws yet, i see."
i whine.
"what happened to me, prince?"
he curled his lip.
"i have a name you know."
i ignore that.
he paws at me.
"come on. you'll get used to this."
i follow him back out into the forest.
my legs are weak and weird.
his shining grey eyes meet mine.
"so, are you ready to be a wolf?"
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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
