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Lone Wolf. Hungry, prowling, brutal.

I was what I had to be, in a world I didn’t chose.

Eat, or be eaten.


Young, strong, proud, Lone Wolf.

I ruled my kingdom of one.

Never thinking the Lone Wolf was

Just alone.


What are you there? Eyes with no fear.

Not a predator, not prey.

A low growl from my lungs.

Beware the Lone Wolf, mysterious one.


No match for the Lone Wolf, yet

Not backing away.

A threat? No, an unspoken welcome.


I lie beside you, stroking your hair.

You touch me.

Where is my fierce growl? It has become a purr.

I am the Lone Wolf

No More.

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