37. Thoughts

*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.

When he takes over, I stop being. I lose time. I lose everything I am in those moments, and I do not return until he wishes to leave.

Others pride in their true forms, but I, Rune Wilder, Heir of the Lyca