Maya And The Mountain Wolf
I donât believe in legends. I believe in blood work, vaccines, and common sense. But when the first carcass appearedâcleanly killed, no tracks, no signs of struggleâI knew something was off. Then Old Man Harkin brought in his dog, trembling and whispering words it shouldnât know. Thatâs when the dreams started. Now, every night, I run through the woods on four paws, howling at a moon that feels like itâs calling my name.