Beasts of Extraordinary Circumstance

by Ruth Emmie Lang

That night, the woods were velvet. I folded myself into them and listened as the trees spoke in hushed tones about matters that could wait until morning.

“Animals are more honest. You never have to second-guess their motives.”

And there we stood until the years we’d spent apart felt like minutes.

Once again, Weylyn had wandered into my life at just the right moment, and now he was wandering off. Only this time, I was going with him.