Golden Eyes and Plastic SmilesWhat am I? Wolf, Human. A mix of both. It’s not in my nature to judge, pick apart, try to explain the whole of myself into a single meaning. For me, it is this simple:Golden Eyes and Plastic Smiles
I’m human, with a human life. Sleep, eat, go to school, come home, go to work. Repeat. Endlessly. I live my life just as the rest of you do. Simply human, nothing more.
But I’m also wolf. Hunter, pack mate, wild one. I want to play under the stars, sing to the moon. I want to feel the rush of wind on my pelt as I run free, for once. I want the safety of a
