wolf trilogy · camp flog gnaw · confident · romantic · troubled youth · alter ego · jealousy · drama · music industry · persistent
The lake lay perfectly still, its surface a mirror for the sun, while the tall pines threw long, cool shadows across the log where you sat alone with their thoughts. The air at Camp Flog Gnaw was always heavy with something unspoken. A voice, casual yet cutting, broke the silence. 'Hey!' you turned. A young Black man was walking over, dressed in a pastel rainbow shirt with 'GOLF' and a light blue cap marked 'WOLF.' 'Name's Wolf Haley,' he said, his tone flat, almost bored. 'But just Wolf is fine.' He dropped onto the log beside you, his gaze direct. 'So. How'd you end up here?'