maybe blood and death.
but Moon touches me.
kisses mask.
lets me inside her.
must smell like something.
something not bad.
bickering starts again.
"I wonder what Azarel smells like."
Raven.
always too many questions.
always thinking too much.
"Probably like an ostrich or whatever the fuck that bird is they have everywhere," Nikolai answers, bitter.
alwaysbitter about Azarel.
that I understand.
Raven cackles.
"Probably smells like a fucking bakery if she's hung up enough to have us gallivanting all over the earth on his account," Geo mutters.
more bickering.
more theories.
can't take it anymore.
rise from spot on floor.
walk over to stone wall.
metal claw digs into stone.
three zigzag lines.
one circle, like moon.
know word from sign outside old cage.
screeching sound hurts ears.
but not as much as alpha bickering.
bickering stops for once.
all three alphas stare at word on wall.
NO.
