Lone Wolf

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ain.I was cold, so I put on a hoodie, turned a kitchen chair around to face the full-length window with a majestic view of the forest below. I took a bite of my muffin as I sat down and strained my eyes to see the lone wolf, but I couldn’t spot him.Damn, my plan to watch him was over and he had apparently moved on. Suddenly, that awesome lone wolf was on my patio and staring deeply and wantonly at me! He was a magnificent sight and I was equally as magnificent looking to him. We stared at each other a few seconds.A loud, deep-throated and deadly sounding growl could be heard way too easily through the thick glass. Suddenly, he stood up on his back legs and began scratching and slamming his long, sharp claws on the glass. I quickly stood up too and moved away from the window, but that only seemed to make him more aggressive.Backing up carefully, but keeping a watchful eye on him, I tried to get my phone which I left on the kitchen island. He seemed to know what I was doing and that made him determined to stop me. He seemed to know if I called An

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imal Control, he wouldn’t be a lone wolf anymore.He backed up enough to attempt breaking though the window. I was frozen with fear. He came flying at the window and his impact power almost seemed to shake the entire house. He growled voraciously louder and backed up again. This time a little further as though he had worked out a mathematical equation to crash into the glass hard enough to break it.He lunged flying through the air and this time, he successfully shattered the very thick glass window! I wanted to turn and run, but there was no time. Growling and baring his impossibly sharp canines, he stared at his prey he had been searching for on the forest floor.The kill was fast and merciful for me with one quick snap of my neck. A lone wolf is not to be pitied. A lone wolf always finds food or it becomes prey. This is how a lone wolf survives.Thanks to <a href="undefined">Jen North</a> for her amazing Publication <a href="https://medium.com/horror-hounds">Horror Hounds</a>. I’m honored to be a Writer for this Publication.</article></body>

Just prey

Watching from my hilltop cabin this snowy day, I spotted a lone wolf in the forest below. I felt sorry for him not knowing why he was either forced or purposely left his pack. It has been said a lone wolf prefers to live that way, but I felt sorry for him and his solitude.

He seemed to be searching desperately for food; a rabbit, a mouse or even some remaining morsels on the carcass an already dead victim. Perhaps it would be from the very pack of which he was now an outcast.

I heard the whistling of my teapot on my stove. I found it difficult to look away but I did and went into the kitchen for a hot cup of tea to warm my innards. I grabbed the now-filled teacup and a muffin and decided to go back and watch the interesting and breathtaking lone wolf show again.

I was cold, so I put on a hoodie, turned a kitchen chair around to face the full-length window with a majestic view of the forest below. I took a bite of my muffin as I sat down and strained my eyes to see the lone wolf, but I couldn’t spot him.

Damn, my plan to watch him was over and he had apparently moved on. Suddenly, that awesome lone wolf was on my patio and staring deeply and wantonly at me! He was a magnificent sight and I was equally as magnificent looking to him. We stared at each other a few seconds.

A loud, deep-throated and deadly sounding growl could be heard way too easily through the thick glass. Suddenly, he stood up on his back legs and began scratching and slamming his long, sharp claws on the glass. I quickly stood up too and moved away from the window, but that only seemed to make him more aggressive.

Backing up carefully, but keeping a watchful eye on him, I tried to get my phone which I left on the kitchen island. He seemed to know what I was doing and that made him determined to stop me. He seemed to know if I called Animal Control, he wouldn’t be a lone wolf anymore.

He backed up enough to attempt breaking though the window. I was frozen with fear. He came flying at the window and his impact power almost seemed to shake the entire house. He growled voraciously louder and backed up again. This time a little further as though he had worked out a mathematical equation to crash into the glass hard enough to break it.

He lunged flying through the air and this time, he successfully shattered the very thick glass window! I wanted to turn and run, but there was no time. Growling and baring his impossibly sharp canines, he stared at his prey he had been searching for on the forest floor.

The kill was fast and merciful for me with one quick snap of my neck. A lone wolf is not to be pitied. A lone wolf always finds food or it becomes prey. This is how a lone wolf survives.

Thanks to Jen North for her amazing Publication Horror Hounds. I’m honored to be a Writer for this Publication.