Grace I picked up my sweater from the floor and crawled back into bed. Shoving my pillow aside I balled up the sweater to use instead.I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles cold rain earthy perfume coarse bristles on my face.It was almost like he was there.
It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve and bad things are very easy to get.