Naofa’s Lament/Forever Never

Suddenly, she stopped and turned, determined to face her tormentor. ‘Of course’, she thought bitterly. Naofa felt a manic laugh rising in her chest but terror squelched it before it escaped her lips. There in the shadow of a gnarled, lifeless tree, stood the wolf, its red eyes glaring back at Naofa like burning embers-cruel embers that threatened to sear her soul this night. The visage bared its yellowed teeth and continued to laugh. Continue reading Naofa’s Lament/Forever Never