You know that theory I have about friends not being forever...or even for a while? Well, every theory has an exception. Ryke is mine. As I watched each friend call me a sex-addict-in-training and a media whore, stabbing me routinely in the heart, Ryke was the one who pulled out the blades. He even shielded me from them. He’s like my wolf—dangerous, alluring and protective—but I can never get close enough or else he’ll bite me. He’s my last real friend. But I know that’s not entirely true. He’s the only real one I’ve ever had.
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