Best friend

Levi

I can practically feel the sands of time slipping through the cracks between my fingers. No matter how hard I tried to hold on the faster time flew by. Ami had more than enough reasons to hate me. I didn’t fault her for not wanting me in her life anymore. She thought I stopped talking to her because of stupid childish reasons, but she couldn’t be further from the truth.

My ascension to the throne was drawing near, nearer still with the war. The wolves claimed they were being attacked by rogues but little did they know that it’s been going on for years. It was a game of cat and mouse and my father, the King, was the cat. He enjoyed playing with them and experimenting on them. I shuttered as I pushed that thought from my mind.

My father hated the wolves with every fiber of his being. He was in no rush to end the bloodshed. If anything, he enjoyed it. His plan was to take care of them all with the war. To “bring them to heel” as he so often said. It didn’t matter how much I didn’t