Oddlands Magazine: Bait by Marsheila Rockwell
Safe. The moon barely new,
I press my forehead to the glass,
knowing as miles blur past
this sweet freedom will last mere days.
Born trackers, they always
find me; even this maze of rail
will not long hide my trail -
in this task, they’ll not fail. Their goal
to steal my very soul,
what makes me human, whole. Change me
into one of them, free
from rationality, my will
only to hunt, to kill,
run wild beneath the chill night sky
with them - with him. When I
caught their alpha’s eye, my fate
was sealed. A sorry state,
but what’s a werewolf-hunter’s bait to do?
