Deni
“Do you feel it?” my father asks as we walk around the forest. The dried leaves crunch beneath our shoes as we walk. I look around me loving the brown colours of the leaves. I love autumn – it’s one of the seasons that bring out the best and the worst in nature, beautiful colours and the ever present presence of death that brings a new beginning. It’s like things have to die in order for there to be something new.
“I feel nothing,” I say looking around me, trying to feel whatever it is that my father wants me to feel. “Should I be feeling something?” I ask anxiously.
He looks at me as if he wants to say something, but he shakes his head, and smiles.
“The moon run is coming soon,” he says. He knows I don’t like going, because the other wolves laugh at me whenever I change into
