Bearclaw Valley Night Shift

few dared approach the nightshade’s lair this late in the hour. her belly swelled and her temper with it: any wolf that begged her company was met with a show of  needlethin teeth. 

the scent of blood drew in the air; astara’s wet nose was the first glistening mark to break the shadows — followed by luminous eyes hungrily focused on galena. 

her stomach rumbled, but still the wraith did not fully emerge from her den.