OPEN NOVELLA CONTEST - LONG LISTED
Safety was never an option.
She has nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere safe to reside. No matter how far she runs or how quiet she hides, they always find her. She will never be free of her hunters. Theresa k...
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The wolves wake him, howling at the moon, singing with both joy and pain. He sits up slowly, rolling his shoulders back and neck around. The bones crack satisfyingly. Around him, the quieter wolves lie, watching him as he stands. His ears twitch, taking in the forest with one sweep. Everything is as it was.
Except... he isn't.
He always knew he was meant for more than solitude; wolves only for company. They were good to him, though. He is their alpha.
Stepping out from between the trees, the moon hits him and the howls throughout the forest continue. Staring up at it, he feels the same itch in his throat, but he does nothing. Breathing in the night air and digging his toes into the dirt, he smiles.
