-LILIAN-
I stood by the windowpane, my eyes fixed on the pine tree meters away from me. At first it was just an avenue to rest my head, but sooner than later I found myself intrigued by its intricate nature. It had a lot of claw marks, the bark running in but regenerating to cover up the scars.
As the wind blew, it made sounds, sounds of pain and perplexity that sounded like a whistle. It had tunes, tunes to tell its story to those that were familiar with nature. If only I was, if only I knew how nature could feel when combined with the instincts. Usually a werewolf is connected to nature through the mind-link sensors with his wolf, but I couldn't do that; I didn't have a wolf.
What does it really mean to have a wolf?
I reminisced more on it while slowly caressing the new scar on my
