She heard howling in the night: desperate, ragged calls that faded into brokenness. The neighbours’ dogs were silent.
She put on coat and boots and stepped out into chill air under a hazy moon. Her footsteps squelched along a pavement still moist from the memory of rain.
She followed the howls away from her house and up the hill to the old churchyard. No foxes or rabbits skittered past; no bats hunted above.
A hulking figure crouched on the churchyard wall.
It was a misshapen thing of fur and fangs and bulging muscles. A twisted wolf-creature, man-like only in the broadest strokes.… Read more