Chapter 48

He padded through a sleeping yard, and at the midpoint of the lawn, well out of sight, he sank to the ground and curled into a tight ball. Beyond the glass a man rose and stood, staring out at the darkness, but unaware of any presence. The man’s oblivion didn’t stop the wolf from watching, though.

It never did.

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The paper was spread open on the coffee table, the television was wobbling and sputtering its way through the news, and the coffee maker was keeping the second pot of the day warm when the power finally gave out. It was only seven p.m. but the skies had been dark since four. The snow had been falling since Randy had opened his eyes that morning.