Prologue

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
-Robert Frost

Prologue

The boy stood on the cliff ledge staring; simply staring with his eerie white silver eyes. It was the same boy I'd been drawing, dreaming of. Now the face was as familiar as my own. I knew every curve, every light, every expression possible on the beautiful face.
     The white eyes, the white blond hair, the pale skin...he was white as a ghost though not an albino I knew. Part of me wanted to hide from the boy. But another part of me wanted to keep staring in wonder. This part was stronger and froze my gaze to him.
    Now the boy gazed back at me. "You," he said. "You are Salem Crye the wolf spirit."
    I swallowed. "How do you know my name?" I whispered. "Who are you and what do you want?"
    The boy didn't answer. Instead his pupils turned to slits, his eyes took on a yellow tint, ears grew from his head and I saw a tail whip behind him. I wasn't surprised; I already knew this from my dreams. The boy was just like me. A wolf spirit.
   Odd, his fur color was the same as me. I'd never seen another wolf spirit with white fur...
     Before I could think or say anything else the boy pounced gracefully towards us, his body arching perfectly. His shaggy hair flew away from his face and I saw his teeth; the canines had sharpened and elongated to that of a wolf's. He was in battle mode.
    "Please," I whispered, once I saw where he would land from the cliff's edge. "Please don't."
    Too late.

Author's Note

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