What happens next?
I come to, and scamper through the gathering of wolves who now surround Harris. Forlorn and whining unhappily, a few have shifted to human and cry with each other. When I see his body I let out an involuntary yelp. No one turns or looks at me, all absorbed in their own grief. I lie next to him and nuzzle him, willing him to come back, to jump up and say he was kidding. But the gaping hole I feel inside assures me that won't happen. A woman jumps down towards us of a ledge, distraught and screaming for us to make way. It's Clarisse, who has tears leaping from her eyes, and runs up to us, falling to her knees and bent over, crying into Harris's shaggy shoulder. "My son!" She cries out, sobs racking through her. She look up to the sky and howls a ghostly howl, full of hurt, as she do
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