A New Short Story by Kimbilio Fellow Jeneé Skinner

How a Wolf-Woman Loves
Jeneé Skinner

The widower’s wife wanted to die under moonlight in her natural form then be cremated before the townspeople could see the truth. The old man obliged, carrying her body toward the river and mountain. He watched her frail, sickly limbs transform one final time into their full power, skin melting, bones cracking, teeth and snout spreading. She was too weak to be dangerous. In the years of full moons they’d shared, he never asked questions about where she went and she never apologized. The scent of forgiveness was always strong on him and sated her hunger the way no flesh ever could. Her final howl wasn’t to other wolves or to warn the land of her presence, but so her husband could have one final memory until they met again. He watched the flames until their tips curled into roses and he realized the fire was empty.

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