That Is The Freakiest Thing That Ever

To Make Great Art, You Had To Expose Your Soul, And Some Things Should Be Left Safely In The Dark.

Ben Rubbed His Muzzle Over Kyle’s Shoulder In A Way That I Think Was Supposed To Be Reassuring. Kyle Sucked In A Breath. Either It Hurt, Or The Reminder That The Werewolf Was Big Enough To Rub His Shoulder Without Much Effort Wasn’t Exactly Reassuring. “ben, When Was The Last Time You Brushed Your Teeth?” Asked Kyle. Or Else Ben’s Breath Was Really Bad.

His Grandfather Had Often Told Him That He Tried Too Hard To Move Trees When A Wiser Man Would Walk Around Them.

My Will Broke At The Sound Of His Voice, And My Head Turned With As Much Inevitability As A Sunflower Turning Its Face To The Sun.

I Am The Reality Of All Coyotes. The Archetype. The Epitome. You Are Just A Reflection Of Me.