WOLVES DON'T TALK

WOLVES DON'T TALK

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Carmen is lost in the California redwood forest and a pair of bright orange eyes are glaring at her in the dark, flicking on and off like the sparks hanging in the air over a camp fire. "Who are you? Are you good to eat?" the eyes demand. Then a really odd thing happens: She falls asleep right there in the cold, damp woods beneath a giant redwood tree. A shaggy black wolf is staring at her when she awakes the next morning. The thing looks half-starved and drool streams freely out of its mouth. She isn't afraid though because it talks to her in an all too familiar voice and promises to show her the way back to camp. Of course, this doesn't happen. Instead, it leads her deeper into the forest where she discovers a terrifying secret explaining why one lone wolf can talk. Author's Note: I am a new author and a real novice at reaching out to readers, so I would love to hear from you. "Wolves Don't Talk" cover art by Lynn Childers
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I shuddered. It had never been so dark, nor so quiet before. There was always the light of the moon to guide me. The sound of the wind against the trees. I shook the thought from my mind and continued further into the wood. Then I saw it. A white light spread across the ground in front of me. The clouds had parted from where they were, revealing the moon at its fullest. I stared in awe. It had never been so bright. The ambiance began to come back. The wind began to dance with the trees. I closed my eyes. The scent of oak filled my nose and exhaled through my mouth. The aroma filled me with exhilaration. It filled me with something I couldn't explain. I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time. Although it was something I wasn't used to feeling, I craved it deeply. I felt happy. I felt as if nothing else mattered than this moment. I opened my eyes. Everything seemed clearer. I could see the particles of dust flying in the beam of light that shone around me. I wanted to stay here for longer. I wanted this moment to last forever. Until I saw the wolf. It was hidden among the fold of trees behind me. It stared at me in aggravation. It's brows furrowed in my direction. It's face, livid with anger, revealed a set of unpleasant and sharp teeth. It began to move slightly forward. The wolf bounded towards me. It happened so quickly I had no time to react. It's limbs outstretched. It's teeth bared. My body, paralyzed from fear, refused to move. My lip quivered, urged to call for help, but no help would come. I was too deep into the woods. No one would hear my screams. The thought was soon interrupted by the wolf's teeth digging into my side.

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