James was an eight-year-old boy with the heart of a dog and the energy of a hummingbird. His mother died when he was only five, so he lived with his grandmother, Babcia. They were very poor: their house was a tiny, dilapidated thing, with a...

I think there’s three of them still out there β€” three wolves. Aside from the one I killed, I’ve only seen two at any given time, but they’re distinct enough for me to tell them apart β€” there are three of them. We’ve been trapped...

β€œChrist,” I muttered to myself, as the first flakes of snow started to fall.Β  They gathered in fuzzy clumps over the windshield before my wipers cleared them away.Β  I’d been waiting for fifteen β€” no, twenty minutes now β€” in my sister’s driveway.Β  Had I...

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