Justin
The early morning was silent, and the sound of my feet hitting the ground felt solid. I had just woken up from a nightmare—the same one as always: I was in darkness, with shadows that stretched like claws and a creature with a long head and a whip-like tongue that laughed at me.
It was not a normal laugh. It opened up every fear I had and made my bones shake. Its dying words whispered that my blood was its prize and that once it tasted it, it would never stop.
I put my AirPods in and ran without stopping.
At least my wolf wasn't screaming in pain this morning.
I hadn't felt any pain for days, which was a good thing. A hopeful part of me wondered if the wolf was actually getting better or if a special healer had finally found a cure. I would do anything to keep my curse hidden,
