Just as he thought, no one noticed his disappearance for one full day and one full night, and yet, for some reason, that empty spot in his chest, that knot in his throat and his stomach, that sour taste always left in his tongue when he remembered how much of a stranger he was in this little bubble, was missing.
It was like that relief and happiness that came with every step he took out in the wild woods had followed him home, sneaked into his open flesh and breath into his lungs.
It had roped itself around his wrists and his neck, bringing another gust of fresh forest smell with each swing of his arms.
He felt cold and comfortable, like a cozy afternoon right after a morning rain.
The feeling stayed with him for three weeks, whispering in his ear how something was coming, something was getting closer, how each new day was better and better, just because it meant less time waiting.
Something was approaching the town; it was riding the winter winds.
And Dominick could feel it too.
He could smell it in the air.
In the humidity that traveled with the wind, in the electricity and the scent of ozone.
He could hear it in the night.
The roaring, the trumpets, the howls in the distance, waiting for him to howl back.
It was coming closer.
Closer and closer.
Almost here.
Almost, almost, almost, almost, almost, almost, almost, almost.
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And when the last day of Autumn gave its last breath.
Dominick knew.
It's here.
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The Wild Hunt
RomanceTrapped in a home where he doesn't belong and surrounded by a town that views him as a freak, Dominick finds solace in the forest outside of his small town, becoming little by little one more of the creatures in them. But when he traps something he...
