The king, long lost, has finally taken the steps home...
The princess, long in her dreary wait, sees his distance. . .
He stumbles and falls and fails. .but keeps trying in his relent to his daughter. . .
The reddheaded princess sees his struggle, and is anxious in waiting. .
He rises, and sees his child. . .
She runs to his open, dense, arms. .
Crown of iron, stars and tattoos circle his head. . .
The king has returned

The same scene, same memory seen,
Scared of the feelings that resurface with it,
Fear of unexpected visits, or even his face
Wishing that it never happened....

The kiss remembered, not very much revered,
Heart pounding like the drums of Warfare,
No breath leaving the body, oxygen-deprived,
Tingling vibrations on my lips.....

Alpha.
I am the Wolfpack. The Wolfpack is me.
Our blood runs warm.
Danger at every turn, excitement in our crashing hearts.
Trepidation lies no where.
The Hunt.