Wolven Tears

Meri’s slippers stopped on dewy grass. The old woman with long white hair listened at her backyard edge of the woods.

“Noah?” she asked in the night.

He panted, hidden by the trees.

“I hear you.”

Noah’s clawed hands covered wolven tears. “Please, get away…”

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