Epilogue: Hailstorm

It was a small pup that ran into the woods, the white fur glistening in the moonlight and the bright red eyes filled with excitement. It was yapping, its tail overeagerly waving the moon hello. Behind it was the howls and happy barks of probably parents, making their way to their child. It was the baby’s first time to shift and it’s last till eighteen. Her parents had given her some distance. Thought not too much. But far too little.

Because, well, they never came to her.

Instead of finding their beloved daughter, the