on running with wolves and breathing fire
He’s a wolf——but maybe he’s just a boy, and you’re just a boy, and when his mouth touches your body you might be on fire, but remember, his family was on fire, too, and you can bet your life on it that he still feels the heat of it beneath the soles of his feet, and maybe he yells so much because he hears the roaring of flames echo in the silence, and remember when you kissed him?