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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