During A Violent Storm, A Woman Sheltered Four Wolves — By Morning, Her Home Was Unrecognizable

weather. At night I heard sounds I could not get used to, and could not always identify: cracking branches, long drawn-out howls, sharp cries that could have been animals or the wind through gaps I hadn’t found yet.

More than once I caught myself simply sitting and listening, as if waiting for something. As if the house itself was waiting.

I told myself continue reading …