Trust a few, do wrong to none.✾            Judith smiles at me fondly, her eyes going to the direction of where I just came from.            “I see you’ve met Martha,” Her voice sounded weak and croaky. When I look at her eyes, I see that it was a bit red. She was sniffing too, I guess her talk with Yohan made her more emotional than I anticipated. At least they were alright now, it would be a bad thing if we left and they still hadn’t made up. The old woman would be anxious, and she might not get the rest she needed. We can’t have mor

Family is the only thing that the free man makes for himself and by himself.✾            “One of these days, you understand you would have to shift, right?”            Tilting my head up, I’m greeted by the hut’s ceiling. It was brown and dingy. Cobwebs aplenty were formed at the corners. Interestingly enough, I’ve found it more entertaining to watch how a small spider was wrapping a bug, squinting my eyes I notice that it was a moth, in a crystallized white web cone. It probably got stuck there or something. Someone cleared his throat

Explore a gainful uncertainty than to sit in a painful certainty.✾            I place Kofi in between my legs and made him hold tightly on the scarf I placed on Yohan’s wolf form. He didn’t agree with the idea before since it made him look like a pet more than a werewolf. That and Judith and Gale didn’t really know we would be travelling via wolf. It’s a good thing that Kofi still didn’t understand some of the rules and regulations of the world that’s why he didn’t so much as blink an eye when Yohan shifted. Kofi said he was used to him shifting, and it came a surprise to me because the older man was teaching the pup how to use his wolf.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose.✾            “Your arm?”            I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that sh

He who will have no judge but himself condemns himself✾            When you think about it, just who in the world has the right to judge someone for something that is a big part of their lives? If there was ever a chance, would you judge a father for leaving his kids every other day just so he could earn a living and be able to feed them three times a day? If there was ever a chance, would you judge a woman for wearing skimpy clothing every chance she gets because that’s the only piece of clothing where she feels powerful? If there was ever a chance, would you just women who let people step over them like they were dirt, just so they could save a population, just so they could give their families a future where they don’t have to worry about money?