Home, home, home

That night as I lay in bed waiting for sleep, I heard a howl from deep in the woods. It rose like a song until I was sure it was all I could ever want to sing. It went on and on and all I could think of was home, home, home.

~ Wolfsong, TJ Klune

Cold fire

The light of the moon
is the flame which consumes
the human façade
until all that is left
is the wolf
that’s been waiting within.

Werewolf romance

In the darkness of the movie theater, he reached over to hold her hand, and so it was that he felt her carefully manicured nails turn into claws.

At that moment, he knew she was The One.