There is God. There is his son. And then there are the wolves.
I was born under the light of a full moon, in a wilderness so untamed it is known as the forest of no return.
At first, the beasts didn’t accept me. My Wolfmother would bring back a fresh kill for the wolflings. It was a savage sight for my young eyes to see. The young beasts would tear into the hunted, barbarously unaware of the blood dripping from their jowls and the specks of flesh stuck to their fur. When the butcherous fury was through, I was left with the carcass. I would feed on whatever remained, a hidden morsel of meat tucked under a bone or a piece of cartilage with a savory piece of fat on it.
My years traveling with the pack were brutal and violent. A pack of hunter-gatherers with a penchant for murder and cruelty. Yet, for all the inhumanity and savagery I endured, it is nothing compared to the horror of the current crypto bear market.
