Wolf, WY

Prologue-1

Prologue

Two eyes, as wide and yellow as the moon that held its attention, watered from the chilly wind. A muzzle quivered and strained to greater heights while fur, dense with the scent of sweat and blood, swayed in the wind. It was not, however, its own smell the creature focused on. A stronger odor…this…other…And the scent made its ears perk up and muddled its already fuzzy mind.

It lowered its broad head, shook, and growled at the soggy earth. This turn of the moon always brought urges. This hunger, though, was stronger than anything it had felt in a long time. Not since…

The sharp bite of loss clamped onto the wolf, breaking through the fog in his mind, and he did the only thing he could do: he lifted his gaze back to the moon and wailed.