Wolf's Hour

For my entire eighteen years I've been alive have been hell, I never got to make any friends or just be a normal teenage wolf and go outside and not always have to look over my shoulder for danger.

On December 25 where there's suppose to be children running around in the snow or people putting up Christmas lights and Christmas trees and singing Christmas carols, but instead we board up our doors, lock our windows and hide in our basements and hold our breaths as we all wait for this horrible holiday to pass by.

People may still call it Christmas but we call it Wolfs Hour, the day where hundreds of innocent people are taken and never seen again and where people are to traumatized to even take one foot out of there house.

Well being the curious wolf I was, I did exactly that.