Transformations Stories

Sven sat close to the fire. It crackled and popped, sending sparks into the chimney in front of him. The wash of heat was a welcome relief from the howling wind and snow outside the small shack. Night had fallen, and the winds were really blowing outside. Freezing air seeped around the windows and through the cracks in the old walls. He missed his family, his pack. The warmth of lying in a giant pile of bodies at night. B...