Distant Howl

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oxygen to your lungs, feel your heart beating and blood running through your veins, but all that was only mechanical instinct, muscle memory ... something that had to work, because th

lacked the most important part of you. But that does not matter. At all. Just follow and continue, without

en they did not have their partner destined. Something that t

me the living dead. Like the small hands of a clock, which helps to give time to the large hands. I was the big hands, very high with great

onsibilities and obligations. Serve my king, train the guard and keep looking for her. Always for her. All I did was for my face

protect the royal family, my priority would always be to look for my wife. She was out there, maybe she was no

full and happy life, in love with someone else, with many children a

bout my wife with any other person, it wa

not even realize. That was what my inner beast told me, howled inside for the

e enough to get to Bartet or the royal family, could change and be there to protect and defend. But I stayed far enough, with a fair proximity, so that they could still re

om me. Thinking about seeing her, being close enough to touch her, but that brutally started it from me before I could do mine would be the most cruel punishment, a

iny may not be on the side, but I didn

d enough comforts to keep me as good as someone could be, although with a partner I know it would be much better. I turned around and left, back f

liness of the torture that meant being there without anyone to see. I didn't want to look at the fireplace and see the flames eat the trunks little by little while finishing a bottle of half empty whiskey. And that was becomin

icy that it clung to the skin and almost fulfilled the same function of the fire, almost burned by the cold, penetrated my flesh through my frozen fingers. He f

can form would not help much either, it

opped on all four legs, shaking the fur that covered my heavy shape. My inner animal was huge and incred

precise, crystalline while taking the sound of insects in the distance, the aroma of another wolf running through the forest. I left, letting my front and rear l

nd low -cost branches. I could see the brightness of t

ands were full of life, and brought energy to my Lycan, rooted i

ted myself as I did during the last two and a half centuries and ran free. This feeling was only s

ning those words in my head like a mantr

til I could run anymore, until I limited and dragged my body spent back to my cabin before collapsed and sleep.

o the other Lycan. The more I was approaching, the more his aroma was clarified, as