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“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
All myths are rooted in some truth.
We bonded over our mutual experiences with self-deprecating humor, war, and pain.
I wanted someone to save me. No one ever came.
I flinched as I said it. I was starting to channel toxic masculinity a little too accurately.
Was I becoming part of the patriarchy? Was I the problem?
Orion mouthed, “I don’t believe you.” My stomach fluttered like he was flirting with me. I needed to be put down.
At least my black outfit matched my mood.
“You will not be who you need to be until you embrace the dragon.”
Oh no, I was starting to worry about what other people did with their bodies. I was truly becoming a man.
leaders were not born. They were made in unanswered pleas for help, muffled sobs, silent screams, and the crack of knees against hard tile.
Leaders were forged in misery.
Cobra, Sadie’s mate, had once told me that the most dangerous predators were the pretty ones because your mind tricked you into seeing them as less ugly. It allowed them to be the most hideous of us all.
I gritted my teeth as the men ruined my inner peace. Yet again.
Sun god, I hated friendly people.
Men were so dramatic. It was exhausting.
I just wanted peace.
But there was no greatness in suffering.
