The click of claws on a roof, dust falls down. The alpha wolf is coming, he’s here and he’s near.
Dust swirls, shining gold under the dim candle light. Something else shines, it shines amber in the window, standing out starkly against the inky sky.
Amber eyes. He’s watching you.
grrrrrr..
I shudder as the cold breeze fills my room, sitting closely to the fireplace to collect all the warmth I could get. I could feel the staring, the aura of a big strong sexy alpha. I could hear the growling, low and rumbling with hunger and want.
I stare at the candle, moving and showing off parts of myself to display vulnerability. Waiting for a sign of movement or action from the other. He is not slick. He doesn't know that I know he's there. But a part of me does not care that i am hunted, for there is nothing left of me for him to devour.
I have given my meat and organs for the community to show humility and generosity to the people who aren't familiar with it. Yet I'm too greedy, for I keep my bones to have proof of what I was. But now, I am nothing. Not a weapon, not a tool, nothing of use. No fruit to sell, no leaf to burn, no branch to cut, and no wood to carve. Not even my trunk is comfortable enough to sit on.
As I sat helplessly, waiting for the big strong sexy alpha to take out of my misery. Would he give me a better life? Would he reshape me into his wants? Or would he let me watch the candle wax drop, the fire die, and the darkness engulf me?
lmao why is MY writing being sent by someone else?
