Rose
I wake up when I hear the howl. I run over to the door, barely spotting the back of the wolf- of grandpa. I don't understand. I watch with my green eyes, watch until I can no longer see his fur or the ruffle of the brush. I don't give chase, knowing that I can't catch up to him. I sigh, and with both my hands I lift my red hood off my head. You can see them there, nestled in the strands of my hair.
My two wolf ears.
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Wolf's Cry
Short StoryOne day Rose is sent off to her grandma's house, a cottage deep in the woods. Everything about her grandparents is mundane- even their names. Or at least, that's what Rose thought. What if it isn't so? It only takes one day for everything she's ever...
