Ethan Burrson

She could still see his grin, shiny canines slowly emerging from the dark to kackle at her. 

"You can't go back!" The wolf laughed in her mind. "You set the main hall on fire! They know what you are now! What are you gonna do, mamora?"

An owl hooted, pulling her mind back to reality. It was cold, and her shirt was full of slashes and frayed holes from his claws. She pulled the gaps back together and pressed herself closer to the tree.

"I'm not a mamora." She told the dark.

"You sure smell like one." Her mind answered.