Wolves Run

I am a dreamer. At the age of five, I would scream out at night, not understanding the horrors that plagued my nights. When my wolves gathered me up in that dark woods years ago, and made me theirs, my life began. Wolf magic runs through me. Since then, much water has flowed under the bridges of life.At age sixty something, Alan Walker, a thirty-four year old man, found me. He is the same kind of dreamer. When he revealed himself to me, I was struck by his goodness. Neither of us had...
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I am a dreamer. At the age of five, I would scream out at night, not understanding the horrors that plagued my nights. When my wolves gathered me up in that dark woods years ago, and made me theirs, my life began. Wolf magic runs through me. Since then, much water has flowed under the bridges of life.At age sixty something, Alan Walker, a thirty-four year old man, found me. He is the same kind of dreamer. When he revealed himself to me, I was struck by his goodness. Neither of us had ever met a human like ourselves. I love my impossible man. I would do anything, if he smiled love to me. Life doesn't allow contemplative life for magical people. It just get's screwed up with other lovers, good guys, bad guys ... so many people to love and loose. That's is what has happened to us ... life.Magic, forgotten over forty years, reappeared into my life. Some, I pray I never touch. Dreams are always a constant. Spooky. Wrapped up in pain, my impossible man decided to die, and gave me to Thomas, the worse decision of this life.I refuse death for Alan. I refuse.All of this scampering ... and I do ... all the characters .... should be on a family tree, or something. Read the books. Fall in love with the characters, searching for normal. Ha!