I'm a man without hope.
An Alpha Wolf without a pack to lead.
I wander the concrete forest,
Hunting for signs of life.
But none are forthcoming.
Then, from the mist,
A ghost from my past materializes.
She pads to me,
nuzzles me, chuffs lightly,
And slinks away, so I follow.
Past the mindless,
The dead and the soon to be.
She leads me to an alcove.
Turns thrice on the spot,
Gives me a wolfy grin,
And curls up.
So I do the same.
I am a man who has found hope,
An Alpha who had found a mate,
A hunter in the night,
And a soldier.
She makes me more.
And I am stronger.