Predator

Not many people can say that they've seen a Wolf in sheep's clothing.

I have come to know one personally.

Starting out soft, warm and inviting.

Not realizing the sharp claws that scratched me so often.

I ignored the markings... making excuses that they were self inflicted.

Their howls and sharp teeth picked at my scabs...

Making me bleed.

Once I finally pushed back, the Wolf made its way into the herd.

It tries to blend in, but you can still see the dark rough coat of its fur.

Claws instead of hooves like the rest of us have.

My soft cries of warning are only heard by a few, but not all.

I can only save so many.

The rest have to learn...

The rest have to suffer, like I've suffered.

The rest have to see the Wolf disguised as one of us.