crescentwaves
they carried his body away from my small, outstretched hands. it was my eighth birthday, and my wish had come true.
the woods were wild; the darkness seethed in our blood and set us alight. no matter how hard we clung to one another to ward off fears of those screeching, bloodcurdling howls, our bodies eventually ran out of breath. in the end, all that was left was the aching knowledge that we ourselves had become the only truly dangerous beasts of the forest.