Chapter 39 Other
Other
there’s nothing left but
HUNT
the target found, the monster named
– he is the traitor who helped her steal my skin
I know this the way I know so little –
each day a little more is lost,
the man’s mind mutable and muted.
sometimes there is only wolf
and all I know is
HUNT
but I know him and I know my fury
the hunter’s back, long dormant;
not quite the king’s dog after all,
though the mistake’s easily made.
– I let him feed me
I listen to him talk of his sorrows
sometimes I even understand –
and other times there’s no language
but the rhythm of it, like a river – yes,
the castle has seen it, the court knows it.
sometimes he says my name
he gives me back the fragments of myself
but now
HUNT HUNT HUNT
few instincts are stronger than violence,
few bloodier than vengeance
they are pulling me back
why would they take this from me –
a wolf’s revenge can look like savagery to a man
– why won’t they let me
HUNT
if I cannot be human
let me at least be wolf