Rolf
The rain had fallen for days. I had stayed inside, at first because the wolf hated to get wet, and then because the strange forest stank of dark magic.
The scent drew things from me. Memories.
The witch who Changed us into monsters was beautiful. She had blonde hair she wore in a braid down her back. Half of us were in love with her by the time the night came for her to cast the spell. She called a wolf pack to her and killed them all, and bid us drink their blood. I remember her hand wrapping around my wrist as she had me lift the cup to my mouth. The magic swamped me, sick-tasting and buzzing like a plague of locusts.
When I woke I was a wolf. The witch’s magic still cloaked me, barbed and hooked into my very soul. It was a moon before Thorbjorn found me.
Back in the cabin, I r
