Mated to the Night Wolf
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"I have cried to the moon who despises me. I beg for her mercy. Yes, beg, for I will fall on my
very knees if that means that I can have her by my side.
I will kiss the ground, I will sink in mud, I will shave my head, rip my flesh off my bones, and
starve if she says it, is the price. That is the depth of my longing. That is the breadth of the chasm
that has split my heart in two.
I pray thee, give me but a sign Selene. Reignite my hope, so that I may live again."
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The pages that I flip through, one after the other, have nothing but months that change to years
and decades of sorrow.
My fingers trail along lines that have been canceled in deep black crosses, or paragraphs that have
be