"She found him standing out in the square, staring up at the night sky like he was about to howl at it.
He was taller than she remembered, broader in the shoulders too. His once enviable dark mane was now cut so short it followed the lines of his scalp. And even if she hadn’t seen his shoulders slump when he turned away from the stars, she knew he’d become a whole lot older than he was suppose to be."
~~~Chapter 1: Just Howling at the Moon. Ghost Mountain.
Just reminding myself that I can write when I wish to. Now just to sit down and make more pretty words...