no one is as free as the lone wolf - lady macabre beth
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no one is as free as the lone wolf - lady macabre beth
Darling, when you speak to the lone wolf, keep your eyes low. I’m not your damsel, not your fix-me-up fantasy. I’d rather crack your jaw and crush your windpipe than slide a knife in your back. Step carefully when you dance with the lone wolves— We bow to no one. We don’t sell our souls for a bowl of comfort. We are wild, untamed, and untouchable.
I’m that stray kitten, claws honed and heart hardened by the pack, Wild eyes and fierceness stitched into my bones. I don’t need saving, darling. I am the sigma.