The Wolf Wants Red
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When someone instills in your mind a lesson since you were a child, you bring the thought with you until your grow up. It doesn't anymore become a lesson to keep, but a will. A will not only you are abiding by, but your whole family, your whole clan as well.
"Don't talk to strangers," and so the elders reminded us. But are all strangers really not worth talking to?
More so, what if you fall for one of them?
"It's not easy," the predator breathed. He can continue the legacy of his parents or break their clan's tradition. He can be honorable or detestable. He can save himself or save her.
"What's it gonna be?" The insolent tone of his laugh made his limbs shudder.
Two choices. The future lies in his hands now.
On cue with the sound of the thunder that resounded the walls of this cave, he was gone.
What did he choose?
The latter.
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