Beauty in the grave

st with its pale glow. The streets were still, with houses dark and windows closed

ust clocked out of another long shift at the hospital, her name tag still clipped to her scrubs

t tonight, something made her uneasy. Her che

nd looked up. The moon seemed so close, li

ly. Its dreams were strange quick pictures of trees, sharp teeth, and fur. Lately, the dreams were stronger. They were alway

he woke up with dirt on her hands? That just before sun

elt different. Every sound was louder. Every smell was stronger. The night air

ocked it without thinking. breathing was quick and shallow. She could feel the moon's

throom. She went to turn

own. They looked wild. Her face was still hers, but it looked sharper and more f

gs gav

ed and healed. She tried to scream, but only gasped. Her body folded, then stretched a

ything we

ee clearly. She wasn't a girl now. She was something else. A wolf. Tall and

r. The face looking back was wi

throat. It was full

ed to the window, and

No turn

gone. The wolf in