No full moon in the sky this night. A growl rumbles deep in my throat. Hairs on end, skin on the back of my neck, tight. My reply to the howls of lamentation in the dark. Why do wolves and...
No full moon in the sky this night. A growl rumbles deep in my throat. Hairs on end, skin on the back of my neck, tight. My reply to the howls of lamentation in the dark. Why do wolves and...