“And deep in my head, along the frayed thread that stretched between us, I heard a wolf howling a song of the lost, trying to find his way home”
As he listened to them, Neil realized he was happy. It was such an unexpected and unfamiliar feeling he lost track of the conversation for a minute. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this included or safe.
Andrew was just a psychotic midget, and Neil had grown up around violence. Handling him would be easy.
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