NARRATOR'S POV
A wolf hauled- its muzzle pointing up towards the silver moon in the sky, along that sound is the croaking of the frogs and the humming of the crickets- creating a rhythm that could soothe one's heart. Despite the music that was played by the creatures outside, the mansion in the middle of it all is swallowed by a dreadful eerie silence. A depressing atmosphere had taken a hold of the entire building- matched by the flickering lights of the chandelier. The low burning light casting a shadow, intensifying the torment they have in their hearts.
