I hear you. 

Not now. Please, not now. 

I can beg all I want, but it won’t change anything. 

The Wolf Always Comes Back. 

No matter how far from the forest I am I can still hear your howl. 

You beckon me to where the wild things are. 

I can be the most domesticated I’ve ever been, but 

The Wolf Always Comes Back. 

You aren’t here. I’m safe. I’m sheltered.

When will I learn you are not the hunter, but the stalker?

I put on a new face and cover my tracks, but

The Wolf Always Comes Back.  

Sometimes, I dream of stopping my foot. 

I turn my back to the path ahead and meet your glowing eyes. 

But before I can speak, the baritone growl in your throat constricts my own. 

The Wolf Always Comes Back.