Half Truth

I'M A BEAST. UNTAMED. WILD. I have no need for a mate, much less a witch. Her kind is untrustworthy and cruel, yet this one beckons me, and the pull is near volatile. My wolf thirsts for her pinned beneath us while my teeth break flesh-mark her as ours. Rejecting her is right, but at what cost? It's the first time the animal and I are at odds. A KING does not bend the knee. Yet this is a simmering thirst I've fought to keep locked away; it doesn't get to come out and play often, but I do enjoy the moments when I let go of the reins. Each time we meet, I crave more. Each time she gives me her back while walking away, the walls I've erected in her name break until what's left is wrapped around her slim finger. I am her rage. She is my goddess. Together they create what I a vengeful animal determined to protect what's mine.