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

and it was too regular for wind, too purposeful.

I walked to the front window. The storm had stopped for a moment—not ended but paused, the way storms sometimes do, as if drawing breath. In that pause, in the blue-grey dark of a night with thick clouds and no moon, I saw them.

Four wolves, standing just outside the door.

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