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I studied them for a moment and looked at the trail of deep red against the white. A short distance away, the wolf lay with a gaping neck wound. Could I have really done this? I had seen the animal the day before from my window, and again this morning, almost beckoning me into the forest. This wa...
Henrik still hasn’t returned. The thought of another night in the forest fills me with dread. I begin to overheat and peel off my coat, then shortly afterwards slide back into it when a chill creeps up my spine. My body cannot decide if it is hot or cold. It is dusk when h...