“I am a wolf, baby.” I whispered in her ear. “And I’m hungry.”
I needed to warn her. Girls like that shouldn’t get involved with wolves like me.
“I’m not afraid.” She whispered back.
I have a history with girls, you see. Every girl that had let themselves get close to me ended up alone and hurt and consumed. It took me awhile to figure out why, but now I know it is because I am a wolf. If I stay alone and keep moving no one else will get hurt because of me. I am a wolf and I am hungry.
She wrapped her arms around me refusing to let go. I admired her for that.
I crushed her bones and ate her heart because I am a wolf and that is what wolves do.
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