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A lone wolf doesn’t love
That’s what Kai thinks as he roams the empty ridges and valleys of his mountain alone.
This was his life. He can’t remember the last time he had seen another wolf. It could’ve been months or even years. He’s been by himself for so long that he doesn’t even remember what’s like to feel anything. It’s almost like a past life or someone else’s life when Kai had been banished. But it’s been so long that he doesn’t remember a different life than this one of solitude and cold. He doesn’t remember what it’s like to be alive. To feel hurt or the pain of never being good enough.
But he vows to never to love. Lone wolves couldn’t love anyway. Then nurtured by the darkness, the thought becomes a belief, an absolute truth in his mind. So Kai prowls the abandoned space never knowing a life but this.
But then he met Tao. Another young lone wolf and there is immediately attraction, but not the kind that most think.
They fight. The older wolf challenges Kai, pushes him to limits that Kai never knew. Forcing him to create new ones in order to keep up. Even before he was exiled hundreds of moons ago, Kai had always been ahead. Until Tao overtook him and left him forever chasing. Chasing something that makes his body catch fire and heart race inside his chest.
And it’s only then he realizes that he’s empty and Tao awakens something inside him that he never knew, that he never knew there was something that laid dormant inside him and starving until Tao came into his life. This hunger that eats away at him, wanting more and never satisfied.
Always wanting more and more.
And Tao keeps giving and giving in his own strange way through snarled challenges and quick victories. Always teasing. But he’s also waiting. Waiting until Kai learns that “hunger” takes many names and many forms.
Tao waits for the day that Kai learns that this hunger is also called love