 onight the wolf returned to me. As is always the way with the wolf he invaded my thoughts, he forced his way into my dream. Tonight I was dreaming of a lost love, a lost love that I was enjoying visiting again when he came. I was transported to the valley again, in my dream I knew what had happened and again it angered me, as it always had, and at the same time, it frightened me as it always did.
I turned towards the moon, as I have done so many times before, knowing what would be there, knowing he would be there, but it was like the first time, I was surprised, shocked, awed by the wild magnificence of the beast.
He looked past me, as he always had, as if there were another in my dream with me, but only for a second, then his eyes met mine. Such eyes, such intelligence, such emotion. The intensity of his gaze, he saw through me, saw what I hid inside, saw the Darkness within, the animal clawing to escape. He knew me.
As he had done forever, as he would do forever, he looked to the moon and howled his approval of what he saw. Then, one last look and he was gone.
I went back to that lost love, but the dream had lost its luster, its charm, its nostalgia, the wolf had seen to that. The wolf always saw to that. The wolf would always see to that.
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