Little Fang
The smoke billows into the sky, sickly and light against the night sky. The candlelight flashes across every groove of the blade, meant more to tear than it is to slice. The good dog does as he is told, but it aches and it aches and it aches and- do you hear how the animal cries into the night? Does it stop you in your tracks, despite how it sings in your veins? How long does it take you to realize that YOU are the monster under the bed?
Mikala loves his daughter more than anything in the world; but is that enough to keep her safe from the monsters that lurk in his past?
Haunted by the Past • Journeying • Acceptance • Friendship • Devotion