This chapter was soley to build more of a character on Wolf. Should I keep it or scrap the idea?
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I watch Eden's sleeping figure on the couch. His breath evenly spread and the tear stains glistening in the dull lighting of the room. Wolf comes scrambling towards me and scratches the door, I open it again and close it on the dog. He'll be fine. He's coming back in the morning; people know who's dog he is. I smirk and walk into my bedroom staring at the night sky watching as the small lights twinkle thousands- no millions of miles away. When I die will I be reborn as a star? Will I join the oh so many victims of my blade and bare hands? Will I finally be free of this corrupt world? Will I finally be able to look back on my life and smile genuinely? Can I still fight for my freedom? Have I lost that right? After all I am a murderer..
But I am also human...
What exactly am I?
Who am I?
Am I even human anymore?
Can I even wash my blood stained hands?
Can I replace my criminal tainted mind?
Can I?
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Instinct
HorrorA story about blood, deception, family and murder and the one teen at the centre of it all. Wolf has never been able to see colour. Only red. Red has surrounded his grey life and he found a comfort in the shade of crimson. Join Wolf and his pack as...
