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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