we are like young volcanoes

You would have gone to hell for him, I know, oh, but darling - he would have stayed to burn with you.

but this is what she learned from her mother: always run before you get too close, conceal your talons beneath pale pink nails and a honeyed tongue until the moment is right, smile, smile, smile.

let the wolf inside you out, girl, howl your grief to the moon until your voice cracks, bare your fangs at those who’d dare touch you, sink your teeth into the flesh of those who’ve harmed you, show the world you are more than fear itself, you are the dark magic in the shadows of the night, no one can touch you, for you are more than a wolf, you are death in its sweetest form.