The Wolf Pt:2
A light cool breeze moves past me rustling my hair, I look forward toward the lake and it stays calm and untouched.
I wonder what I really just felt?
Was it a breeze or something else...
Unwavered I continue to sit by the edge of the lake watching the moon as it rises, feeling the cold sand between my toes.
I sit and wait for the darkness.
I hear the wolf howl, I know it's close..
Too close.
I know he watches, waiting in the shadows for the perfect moment to devour everything that is the essence of my being
Are you the wolf?
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