Fangs And Fur: A Werewolf Story.

cts, like the reddish-black coals of a dying fire. Run! A voice in her head screamed over and over again and she obeyed, racing as though trying to

cary howl that could be heard from miles away, and staggered as though drunk, the pain wracking her bones. I

man but her wolf ears had picked it up. Her eyes adjusted and located the source of the sou

wn her body and snarled, her eyes unfocused and glazed. All she could t

fied bellow, scampering as it tried to escape the predator. In a matter of seconds the wolf had the moose in its grip, not letting go

until all that was left was the entrails of the moose. The wolf panted in satisfaction, her muzzle stained with blood, and took two

hurned by several feet. Her throat was extremely dry and her mouth tasted of blood. It was night beyond the car window, and a waning moon followed the stead

and cooed at her "Shh, i

, glancing at the girl th

rified." She answered, s

daddy?" Laur

a quick look of alarm

cut in "Your d

lie! He came to me last night. I know it, I–think." She frow

ent that took your father's life also took a pa

as home. Then my dad came home?" She frowned and shook he

ns. A lot of them. Why does my mouth taste of blood? Why are th

accident–"

th a much kinder voice "Look, this might be hard for you to understand and trust me, it'

a w

moon, you might not be able to remember anything that happens during that period. And it also explains the stray hair on your b

hed "I can't be a werewolf. Werewolves don't

ng different about your sight, your hearing, your smell? Can't you see how things stand out to you in heightened ways

ated into the shadows of the backseat. and Beth turned to A

truth, didn't you? And the t

auren nodded

ubbed her knee "W

beyond the woods that surrounded them on both side. She wished she could run into the woods and cry out, she wished she could take ou