Commanding Nightmares

Photo by Chris Ensminger on Unsplash

The waning moon rose higher and higher over Crenkshaw Hill. A lone wolf sauntered through the thick underbrush of the Vermont forest, yellow eyes gleaming in the light of the moon. The faint smell of civilization wafted past its nostrils, and she stopped to determine where it was coming from. The east. She turned in that direction and picked up speed until she was sprinting through the forest. On the outskirts of town, her body began to contort and…