15
Canis Lupus
The cool night air does little to quell the fire raging within me as I step out of her apartment building, the door closing with a soft click that resonates with finality. My heart is a drumbeat of raw, unbridled energy, each pulse a reminder of the restraint I"m barely clinging to.
The image of Fennec, with her defiant eyes and the way her body responded to my proximity, is seared into my mind, a taunting specter that refuses to be exorcised. Shoving my hands into the pockets of my coat, the fabric crumpling under the force of my grip, I sucked in a lungful of crisp air to try and dispel the lingering turmoil.
Control, the mantra that has guided my every move, seems like a distant concept, a thread slipping through my fingers. The hunger claws at my insides, demanding s
