wolf – Jordyn Saelor

Dogs

Please, I’m one of the dogs, this time, preaching to the preachy choir about how to start the fire. To hunt after our violent ruler, we must prepare a pact, bind the pack and make our dog hearts wolves

In the Barrow Den

They gnaw not the bones of marrow, for the wolves run tomorrow. Knot the knobs of Nottingham with red tape, the full moon’s crimson tonight and the werewolves are stalking out of spite royal delicacies rich royals on knees too weak to flee– gnaw not at the knots of fraying nerves, they won’t save you,Continue reading “In the Barrow Den”