LexyRenee

We all know that the wolf howls at the moon, every night some of us hear. Sometimes the same wolf, sometimes others. Some howls are long, low and sad while others just seem to be speaking. I will be speaking on the one we hear, the one who howls sad night after the night. This is a tale of the wolf who aspired to be more than a wolf, the one who was born of the physical, but never felt right. What shall we name this wolf? For the story he shall be called Dante. Deep inside he never felt like he belong, as a wolf. Every night he can no more look away from the moon than the bird leave the skies. He calls to it asking why he can't be what he fe