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

sounds like gunshots. The lights flickered twice and steadied. The temperature dropped so sharply and quickly that I could feel it through the walls, the cold pressing in from all sides simultaneously, the stove working harder than it had since I arrived.

I moved my chair close to the stove and tried to read. The wind kept changing pitch—rising to something continue reading …