A howl shudders through the cool night air, the full moon is still high in the dulled winter skies. My heels click as I walk down the street to the beast. Shadows move behind me, hinting of hidden wolves.
He is grey, large but not as beautiful as the great white werewolf running at my side.
"Thomas," I say, my voice cutting through his howl. The beast turns to face me, hunger in his cold black eyes.
I unravel the cream scroll to look over the calligraphy for this wolf's true name - his name in hell.
The birth tongue of fire rolls from my lips, dripping like molten rock to capture his soul. Macro, the white wolf at my heel, whimpers at the words. I ignore him, instead turning all my focus to the newest pack member before me.
The dull, orange glow of the street lights shimmered in the light haze of rain. The full moon sulks behind low clouds, a smile crept across my face.
"Come," I whisper into the night, commanding the giant grey wolf in to my shadow, "The final member of my pack, now we will reclaim my husband's hell."
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