Literature
A Cure for Insomnia (Wolf Vore Story)
I had set up a small camp for the night, in the direct moonlight on the border of the forest, sat nothing more than a small fire and bedroll on the edge of the woods. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, going so far out alone, and doubtful thoughts clouded my mind and prohibited me from any sleep. As I stayed awake, sitting up in front of the fire, the chirping of crickets was only my only company aside from the calm winds.
The peace was soon broken by a distant howling and faint thumping through the snow, far too light to be a bear, and too heavy for a coyote. I watched the trees and scanned the horizon for what could only be wolves, anxi
