The Wolves

The Wolves Their eyes were jet-black beads, scanning the dark night sky. Fur as grey as dust on ancient legends, but evil as modern machines. Their graceful frame, as exquisite as they are, Silent, yet beautiful predators. […] Prowling the land, rightfully theirs, the pale moon, as their ghostly spotlight. Their beady black, sequin eyes, drinking in the night. But should you turn away, blending in with the inky darkness, they disappear. But still, can you feel? Those eyes as cold as the Northern sea, still watching you? -By Sakushla Gunasekara [Year 7]