Check out my latest installment of Wolf Head:
Moon Rise

Here is a snippet of the Chapter:

The moon’s bloody glow spreads over the farmers’ fields, casting out the brief relief of night. Its slow swell creeps upon the descent of the surrounding hills, infecting all in its red monochrome. Ascending into heaven, the demonic orb usurps the sun’s court, ushering in its reign of mutation and death.

And deep within the forest near, the naked Richard steps over the strewed bones littering the cave entrance, walking out into the moonday. Covered by the forest’s thick canopy, he exits the utter darkness of the cave only to enter the impenetrable shadows of the forest. The hissing echoes of the distant moon trees spreading their thick pollen weave through the countless forest paths, silencing nature in an unnatural refrain.

A wave of humid heat hits the hunter like a passing wall, the noxious odor burning his nose and bringing tears to his eyes. Blinking and rubbing these away, the hunter finds himself in progress from his late domicile, marching where he knows not. Into his bare feet the forest floor sends its dried pricks, driving the sleep from Richard’s mind. He stops in the darkness, and so blinded, finds himself in an expanse of empty space.

As if from behind, a voice whispering in his ear, the wolf softly growls, “Let me out.”

With a sudden spring, Richard’s leg shoots forward, and he again roves into the forest. The unsure fall of his foot is pregnant, generations following it, themselves evolving from an unsteady stride into a run. The slow change is imperceptible, the gradation of the transformation invisible between succeeding steps all suddenly unveiling itself a full sprint.