Six Sentence Sunday

From my paranormal WIP – as yet untitled

The flickering moonlight trickled down through the trees and formed shadows on the fur of the silver wolf as he nuzzled and licked his black companion’s head and face. Suddenly his head raised his ears alert and listening.

The voice of Marrok Del Sol’s mother sounded inside his head.“Run, Marrok. Do not come home. Hide.”

One response to “Six Sentence Sunday

  1. love the flickering moonlight trickled…beautiful image 🙂

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