The Bitten Born

r with two windows on each side. Still, she pulled her professional camera from its case and looped the strap around her neck before approaching the cabi

on was called towards the forest and for a moment the memory of her toddling through the woods towards a moving fur ball flashed through

ped it shut behind a heavy slab of a door that took an effort to push as it creaked when they open it and groaned when they clo

e that he lived

accessories. The only speck of vibrant color that she could take in came from a crocheted blank

ross the shelves and walls in search for picture frames or photo albums but found none. The cabinets in

e to clean up everythi

f they had been shut up for a decade or more. Hand stitched quilts and blankets were in every room. She took pictures of them as she imagined that, long ago, someone had tried to make this space a home. However, it was q

heirs. Clothes, well worn and nearly thread bare in some cases, for a man that worked out doors;

heart sink a little as she took a picture. S

the quilts in the other rooms. As she took a picture of it and then took it in, there was something about the pattern in the center of the

d her to fold that top blanke

amera, she heard a whimper on the wind. Though it was faint enough that she might have imagined it. She turned from the trunk as

like a wounded animal. Just as the thought crossed her mind she spotted a jagged hole opening in a covering of branches and leaves covering a pit in the gro

scared. She looked him over and noticed that he limped as he paced the small dimensions of the pit that wouldn’t allow him to clim

urprised when he blinked curiously at her. “Or maybe I dreamed about you

o wouldn’t take his large, hooded eyes off of her. She placed the call, keeping her eyes on him as well.

until help arrived. She felt relieved when the dispatcher assured her help was on the way and noticed as the wolf seemed to relax

d by a reverberating growl behind her. She turned too quickly, only getting a glimpse of the pack of wolves she’d imagined migh