I love you

‘You must awaken soon, little she-wolf.’ A voice invaded my mind: fractured space disturbing my slumber.

Should it be called a slumber? It did not feel that way but it was the only way for me to continue to survive without self-mutilation.

… what did that male voice call me? It seemed so long that my chaotic mind had such painful thoughts. Thoughts which should have been long buried and forgotten. Why, why would he remind me of the part that has been lost? Never to be retrieved again!

I laughed, hearing it I immediately ceased flinching from the agony, pain and unwillingness filled in it.

Wolf?

A wolf without a wolf.

A feral without its beast.

What am I?

‘A mongrel.’ I choked. The male voice is right. What I am is a mongrel. Yes, it is what I have become. A shame for losing the thing that had been the most important to me as —

‘was it?’