Werewolf | A 100 Word Story

#277 Creatures of the Night

Panting. Running. Racing. Being chased. Through the woods. Felled trees. Leap. Trip. Fall.

She rolls over onto her back. Pain shoots down her spine. Peeking through the trees at the night sky she can see the moon. The full moon. She has to get up and keep moving.

Crunching sounds behind her. They’re close. She must hide. For their safety. Fight or flight? Fight!

She stops running. Starts chasing. Low growl. Throws her head up to the sky and howls. Long and loud. And proud. She can’t fight it. Can’t escape the moon. Down on all four, she’s more alive.