Rukkyyia Rouse

Moonlit Passion

A cold winter's night with a grey blue sky; the bitter wind knocking against the shutters of the sturdy cabin and the lone howl of an alpha wolf that pierced the empty air. Sam woke from his sleep, feeling better after spending several days bedridden with a vicious, unrelenting cold. The fireplace in the massive bedroom was aglow with beautiful flames that licked the lumber and warmed the room. Sitting up, Sam ran his fingers through his ashen brown locks and glanced around the room.