The Mates of Monsters
he says.
The two wolves watch as we pass, moving from our land to no man's land, as I've heard my father call unclaimed territory. Rogue wolves, humans, bears-anything is free to wander here, maybe even the things my father warned me of since I was old enough to walk. Living in the mountains, in dense forest and haunting solitude, beings far scarier than the typical flesh and blood are whispered between children and warned by parents. My father told me not to go out alone, not too far from the land or too late at night. He said there are creatures that not even we can fend off.
I knew the traditional rules: if you hear screaming, crying, voices, your name-come home. If it gets too quiet-come
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