Fifty Seven

The moon is bright tonight, the loud brushing of trees and the thumbing of hooves on the ground could be heard from afar. I rocked back and forth on my chair enjoying the cold winters night, sometimes I craved the cold. There’s just something about the falling snowflakes that sets my soul at peace. I was finally whole again, after years in this place somehow everything fell into place. My wolf and I were one again, I learned to talk again, I’d grown stronger and calmer, The world was mine again. Will was inside, opting to take a nap near the fire on the bear rug. I was still awake, my heart restless. The woods were buzzing, the creatures always come out in the night time. The centaurs are out today, it was rare they even come close to this place, they often slept deep within the woods, I’d only ever seen one, and it tried to kill me. Wills rough voice echoes through the Cabin, he was awake now, the door opened revealing a very drowsy elf. He scratched his over grown bearded a bit, and