of course i bit back. i learned to love the moon.
i wore wolf skins as easily as my own.
i growled at death and watched him run.

please know that if you feel the hair rise on the back
of your neck, sense a shadow in the bathroom
mirror, find eyes in the thick of night, i am here.

i do not hunger after you.
i imagine you’ll taste exactly as i remember: sour, chalky, gritty. dirt under my nails.
i will be bored of this form soon.

i suggest next time, you try feeding me to dragons. — A STUDY IN SURVIVAL | m.c."