I remember lying in the snow,a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves. They were licking me, and biting me, worrying at my body,pressing in. Their huddled body's blocked what little heat the sun offered. I've glistening on their ruffs and their breath made opaque shapes that hung in the air around us. The musky smell of their coats made
Me think of wet dog and burning leaves , pleasant and terrifying. Their tongues melted my skin; their careless teeth ripping at my sleeves and snagged through my hair, pushed against my collarbone, the pulse at my neck. I could have screamed, but didn't. I have fought,but I didn't. I just lay there and let it happen, watching the winter white sky go grey above me.
One wolf prodded his nose into my hand and against my cheek, casting a shadow across my face. His purple eyes looked into mine while the other wolves jerked me this way and that.
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Shiver
ParanormalTHE COLD Tana has spent years watching the wolves In the woods behind her house. One purple eyed wolf -her wolf- watches back. He feels deeply familiar to her,but she doesn't know why (M) FOR MATURE READ
