The wolf had never known peace. It simply existed in tragedy and pain. A part of a pack and yet alone, the creature looked at the woman that stood in front of it. It stroked its grey fur so gently caressesing itself.
Its lone brown eyes tracing each contour of her skin. Its assessment lacked lust, unlike what would have been believed. It was a harmless bystander, like it always was.
But, tonight there was something eerie about its stance. An anticipation and morbid cruelty hung low in the mist of Greswell Falls. It heard the distant bark of a dog, adding to the lack of peace in its being. Crawling on its limbs the creature neared the woman that stood, so carelessly talking on the phone, unbeknownst of the company she had.
In loud volumes she spoke to her beloved fiancé, the very same she was currently cheating on. She professed love and talked about her coming wedding. It was on the 20th of the next month. She told her fiancé how she had a late shift tonight and was finally on her way back from the hospital. She said this as she stood outside her lovers lawn covered in sweat.
The creature assumed it was from the carnal activities she had performed a few moments ago, with her loud gasps that seemed to echo into the quite night.
The creature moved closer still, unseen by the lady.
And then for the first time in the creatures life came peace. It was ironic for it was in the middle of a loud scream before silence finally set in. The lover slept inside.
The phone broken.
The fiancé calling the police from a place far far away.
The creature unfolded, howling at the circular moon, its teeth dragging her away to a place where it could give the peace a name.
A name shrouded in blood.