BookRix

I wasn't looking for this.
Really I wasn't.
I was just trying to keep my distance. Trying to keep my head on straight, trying to keep it from falling off into a ditch as my mothers had. Though, since I found it.
Since I found HIM. Why run? Why would I hide from something as magical and descent as he. I am not dumb. Nor am I completely naive.
Yes, I am aware he is dangerous. Yes I am aware what I am doing is absolutely idiotic. But I can't help it.
When a fox runs with a wolf, it feel protected. Alive. Like it never wants to leave the wolfs side.
And I am simply a fox.
He, my majestic, running wolf.