The Spirit of the Wolf
Wolf Sister
She lay there
Heart thumping painfully
Blood seeping slowly
Onto the white snow
Praying for strength
Just a little more strength
To see her to the stone circle
Through the portal
Finding safety once more
Her thoughts reached forth
Questing for her mate
The other half to her soul
The one to make her whole
A howl, hauntingly strong
Calling from the other side
Waiting for her to come
Soon….. Soon, she sent
Pulling herself to her feet once more
The proud she-wolf stood
Limping painfully onwards
Hiding from the man scent
She slipped from shadow to shadow
A trail, blood-red in her wake
A chorus of howls suddenly split the night
A curse heard deeper in the forest
The men hunting her paused
Looking fearfully for the wolf pack
She could smell the magic in the air
As she crept nearer to the stones
An unearthly humming filled the night
To the chorus of howls
Lurching into the safety of the stone circle
She was met by her mate
Nuzzled by her friends
One by one
As the air shimmered brightly
Their wolf form disappeared
Two women and three men stood before her
Waiting….
She held her head low
Gathering her strength for the change
The air shimmered in purple hues
Standing in the she wolf’s place
A beautiful woman now stood
One by one
Holding their partner’s hand
They stepped through the portal
Another night
Another adventure
A close call
Safely home again
Inside each, the memory
Deep in their cells
Their other half,
Wolf Brother and Wolf Sister
Waiting for the time to run again.
Blessings, Susan ♥
© Susan Jamieson, 2014
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