The wolves have my scent, they can smell the blood in the air. I can only sleep light and short, to listen for the howling and tend to my wounds. The bleeding never stops, it flows out black because of the rot. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of sunlight t...

The wolves have my scent, they can smell the blood in the air. I can only sleep light and short, to ...

"Hunted" This was originally posted on Lex first but I decided to put it here too. Show more
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