#graywolf

“Wolf.” Gray says, eyes trailing over the razor-sharp edges of the knives in front of him. “It would be easy to kill someone with these.”

“Yeah, I know, they’re for hunting. You use ‘em to gut the animal.”

“No, I mean a person.” Gray says, and Wolf feels weird.

“Like in a movie? Or Dateline?” 

“Like Mrs. Kim from down the street.”

“Oh.” Wolf doesn’t know what to do with this. He feels that maybe he should tell someone, but he doesn’t have anyone to tell, and the way Gray is looking at him makes it hard to think. 

“Yeah.” Gray opens the glass cabinet door, and reaches out to touch a knife. He traces the curve of the blade with his fingertip, ignoring the sweet beads of blood that bloom on the pad of his finger. Wolf can’t tear his eyes away. “It would be easy. You’ve been in a lot of fights. Haven’t you ever wanted to kill someone?”

Yes. All the time, when people irritate him and even when they don’t. When he’s fighting them, and he wishes he could really go crazy. 

Gray’s got this look in his eyes that makes Wolf feel like he would do anything for him.

“I guess? Mostly I’m focused on winning.” That’s not true. Mostly he’s focused on doing as much damage as possible, making the other person feel as much pain as possible. Winning isn't an afterthought, but it’s not the first priority either. 

“Really?” Gray asks, with a slight tilt of the head. “You always look like you want to kill them.”

“I mean, I don’t want to lose.”