The Wolves

by Rachel M. Martens

A howl echoes through the frozen air. I try to run faster, but the woods are dense and I trip over the brush.

I need to get home. I can’t die tonight.

Another howl joins the first. And another. I can’t count them all.

I need to get home to Lucy. She’ll be angry that I’m late again. She won’t understand this time. Just let me get home.

The howls overtake me. Suddenly, I am in a clearing, frozen, surrounded by them.

A white wolf rises before me, grinning, baring bloodied teeth.

She leaps. Her eyes are blue, like Lucy’s.


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