Willow
I sat on the wall, my arms wrapped around my knees, facing the moon. The comforting weight of the wolf pelt rested on my shoulders. Behind me, the two men sat by the fire, talking. They spoke of hunting and laying traps, and of the many birds nesting near the lake. Every once in a while, they’d pause, and my back would prickle as I felt them watching me. Grateful they kept their distance, I didn’t need them to come close to make me aware of their presence. My thoughts revolved around them in endless circles.
What could I do? My body ached, wet and ready. Soon the moon would pull me into her embrace. I’d come into heat and lose all good sense.
I had to slip away. Not far. I wasn’t unwise enough to try to escape and risk falling into the hands of the Grey Men. But I had to hide awa
