Wolf at the Door
Supposed Crimes LLC
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright 2012 Geonn Cannon
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The first child was found just after dawn, before the snowfall.
The body was overlooked by the initial group of searchers, dusted with a thin layer of white that disguised it as a fallen tree or some other forest detritus. It was the blacksmith who thought to look closer, and condemned himself to a lifetime of lost sleep and nightmares. The body had been unspeakably defiled, torn to shreds with pieces left scattered. The smell that rose from the corpse was sickening, and the blacksmith barely managed a shout before he fell to his knees in the freshly-fallen snow to bury his face in his palms.
The parents were told a wild animal was to blame. There was no closure in the news. Animals couldn't be blamed for the evil they did, animals couldn't be held accountable for taking something so precious. But on the night the child was buried, his father was taken to a tavern to drown his sorrows. After several drinks and insulated by the dark shadows of the bar, one of the men spoke up with a hushed voice: the child was killed by animals, yes. But wild? Hardly. Their believed the death was brought about by a man who transformed into a wulf by the light of the moon. One of the men, a hunter, claimed to have seen such a transformation with his own eyes.