Craving the wolf by Jt

The town of Raven's Peak slumbered beneath a veil of mist, the moon casting pale silver light over the dense forest that cradled its edges. The wind whispered through the pines, carrying secrets only the night could understand. Lyra Flynn pulled her coat tighter around her as she walked home from the bookstore where she worked part-time. The crisp autumn air carried the scent of damp earth and distant rain, mingling with the faint aroma of old paper still clinging to her fingers. She had spent the evening reorganizing dusty shelves, her mind half-lost in the fictional worlds she adored.