The Stray Moon
I collapse onto my side, screaming hoarse and pointless.
It lets go, then circles around to face me, blocking out the moon. The wolf’s breath steams in the air, slow and measured. It crouches low, watching me with that same steady look, like it’s waiting for me to quit.
I spit blood at its paws. “Go fuck yourself,” I manage, and the wolf actually tilts its head, like it recognizes the insult and respects the effort.
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