*Rune*
It had begun with dreams.
Once, I had been a child, trailing after my mother for sweets and running after my knights with a wooden sword with a battle cry that I would deem rather pathetic, looking back on it.
I had been oblivious then.
I had been normal.
Until we met.
Rather, until I saw her. It had been the first time I felt him within me.
I have always thought the wolves to have the greater privileges of being granted beasts they can tame just as easily as they breathe. Lycans have it worse. I have it way worse.
Her wolf to her is what Hekate is to me.
A cruel joke. One would think I may have offended the Goddess in my past life--perhaps, I did. To be leashed for all eternity to him, constantly struggling for control, constantly struggling to survive.
I don't ever win.
