Home Sweet Home 2
There was a loud gasp, a certain wolf bolting up in bed, panting as he tried to compose himself. He looked over at the coyote sleeping next to him, a smile crept along his face. It was just another dream, or nightmare depending on who you asked. The...
Home Sweet Home
It was another sweltering day in August, the air humid, cicadas singing, no sane man would be caught outside in this weather. Yet if one listened they would hear a grunt followed by a thud, another grunt and another slam, in fact if they listened...