it is warm.
our fur is thin and we are hot.
the summer is relentless.
the sun beating us down.
we don't mind.
we have a new home.
this forest is truly ours.
the prince is back.
our alpha.
he commands us.
we see the human disappearing within him.
he doesn't remember most of his mortal life.
we can see it in his eyes.
we see it in her too.
wolf girl.
the princess.
our saviour.
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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