There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ~ George Carlin
I felt her everywhere. Pressing my eyes closed, I willed myself to remain strong. But she was there, inside of me, calling all my senses to respond. Her scent carried through the still air as if blown by a great wind, throwing me back against common sense hard enough that I actually questioned what I was about to do.
The stillness is disconcerting. Ahead of me I hear a faint whimpering. Then a sub-vocalized growl followed by a mournful whine that chills my heart. My feral nature tells me to go to her, sooth her, and be everything that she needs me to be.
I look up at the moon and chuff softly. It's one of those moons like you see in the movies, with an errant wolf below, braying for his brethren. I admire its beauty, but only briefly, out there is a female, one destined to be my mate. I will show her what it is to be loved and wanted. I will see her through, and I will claim her as my own.
A rustling beside me. A whimper. She is there, shivering, looking at me with wide eyes and fear. As we meet, I nuzzle her neck letting her know I mean her no harm. She whines in response and puts her arms around my neck.
She says nothing, but nuzzles me softly, burying her face into my chest as I nestle her to me. As I do she finally speaks and says the words that make my heart leap.
There, under the howling moon, shining its light down upon us both, she whispers in my ear.
"Yours - only and always."
Café WritingOption Three: Fiction Write a flash-fic, scene, or short story involving a night when the moon is howling.
2 comments:
JC, I just love this story. Thanks for sharing. Have a nice day.
excellent story line... i am really noticing a perfection in your writing.. you have grown so much as a fiction writer over the course of time i have been following your work...
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