Looks like this freebie story of teeth, claws, and needing to howl is the first of the new year...:)=
She joined in song with her distant sisters, far across the land, deep in the woods bordering frightened, human civilization. Trapped behind one of their barriers, created of ash and wolf’s bane, it kept her bound, circling the fence, unable to move beyond its boundaries.
She couldn’t run. She couldn’t hunt, much as she yearned to maul and maim tender flesh, feeling skin tear beneath her teeth. Such pleasures weren’t for her, not here, not in this place. The herds of shivering humans and their livestock were safe from her moon-born teeth and claws. No wild women would threaten their peaceful community, oh, no.
They might be safe for now, but she could still howl.
She threw back her head and bayed, pouring all her fury into her song. It swam through the air, seeping into her sisters’ coats, even as they roamed on four paws beneath the trees, stalking their prey.
They tossed back their fur-lined heads, adding their song of fury and violence to hers. How beautiful her sisters were, charging through the underbrush, circling a woman who dared to wander away from civilization under the moonlight. Perhaps they would turn her. Perhaps they would eat her.
No. She sent her command to their impulses. Taste her. Don’t eat her. Give her a taste. Afterwards send her back to her former home.
Delight in the hunt entered paw and claw, as they sent their silent assent. Their pursuit became playful, cornering the harried woman, coming at her from all sides. After all, she would soon become one of them.
One of them leaped at the woman, taking her down. She was followed by others, nipping, biting.
The woman screamed, a last cry of a dying, helpless humanity.
Soon it would be all of them. The prisoner grinned, tasting the blood shared by her pack. Oh, she was hungry, but soon she would feed.
Their new sister would come home out of the cold. The men wouldn’t want to let her in, but the girl would have a mother, a sister, or a friend. She wouldn’t be able to ignore the girl’s pleas to let her inside.
Once she was in, the shivering human herd would not be safe. Not once this girl sank her teeth into them. One by one, they’d take the guardians of hearth and home, introducing them to the beast they’d always kept at bay in their hearts and bodies. They’d make that beast a reality, which would tear humans’ hearts out when they entered their cottages and lay down their weapons.
There would be no more safe places. Only wild ones.
The prisoner allowed her grin to widen.
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