Maverick
I’d been hiding in my room for hours. I was trying to convince myself what had happened last night wasn’t real. That it was just a dream and the wolf inside of it was just my imagination. Not because it was a weakness, like my father had always told me, but because it was foreign and uncomfortable. I was starting to realise everything he’d told me in my childhood, in fact, my whole fucking life, was nothing but a lie.




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