The walk back from the clinic was really long for Rose. The cold night air cut through her jacket. Her skin felt really hot. Her mind was a mess of images flesh fixing itself, claws ripping through skin, a mans jaw opening wide on the clinic table. The people who lived in the woods. The Nightroot Pack.
Her aunts words kept repeating in her head like a song keeping rhythm with the sound of her sneakers on the road. The forest was next to her a big wall of dark trees under the cold moon.
After that loud wolf howl echoed through the clinic window the woods felt alive like lots of eyes were watching her. She kept her head down her arms wrapped tightly around herself almost running until she finally reached the porch of her aunts house.
With shaky hands she put the key in the lock turned it
