At night, I prowl through the shadows, looking in on the warm lights of civilization. I am alone in the silence, but I see all. I can smell where you've been.
I have left my pack, and come to this city, San Francisco, to search for him. I know he is here.
Long ago we lived in the Black Forest, the dark, thick trees of Germany, with the lovely snow and covering wilderness. At night we hunted and ran silently. We smelled the deer. Man was seldom there. My mate and I were one. But my mate was killed. He was killed by a man in the forest to cut trees. I followed the man, seeking vengeance, or explanation. Something ... I can't remember. And somehow, over the centuries, I have become this woman. And the woodsman, the man who killed my mate, is here, in San Francisco. Or is it an ancestor? Or is it my mate, transformed into a man? I must find him. And when I do, I will know. When I find him, I can finally rest.
Julie Conquest, bottom photo, is the face of Wolfstory. She stalks the streets of San Francisco as a model, while working on Web sites in her humble alter ego.
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