The wolf barks up the wrong tree
The bark doesn't bark back at the wolf boy
He's so lonely yet covered with others love
He pushes her up against the tree in the dead of the night
As the others come looking
With the pale moon and their torch lights
He unzips
She hears the static
The bark is in her mouth
And his bark in his throat
A rough thick length of branch
Presses in to her roots
And as the lights grow closer
The wolf boy disappears and leaves her be
Covered in a sticky mess
Up against the tree
And the tingling down below showed she liked it
The guilt showed she hated it
The heat showed she was curious
The cold showed she regrets it
Her shivers show she's tired
The light show they care
The fact wolf boy is gone now
IS just to show/ proves that werewolves appear out of no where.
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Days of my life
Novela JuvenilDays that she's have lived through Days she hasn't forgotten Its time to reclaim her life That she left in them days All feedback welcome, if you plan to be kind!
