The wolves were out again. 

The radio stations played their warnings.

All the towns folk boarded up their windows. 

All barricaded their doors. 

The wolves were hungry. 

They came through the town. 

They devoured any living thing they could find. 

You could only hope your hiding spot was adequate. 

You could hear them. 

The wolves were outside your window. 

The sounds of flesh being ripped apart would haunt you. 

You still hadn't gotten over your nightmares of last year. 

You were terrified. 

The wolves were sniffing at your door. 

They went around to the back. 

You didn't exactly believe in god, but in that moment, you must have prayed to every god you could think of. 

You begged. You pleaded for your life. 

Whether through luck, or divine intervention, by some miracle the wolves passed on to the next house. 

Why? You didn't know, and couldn't even begin to guess why. 

You dropped on your knees. 

You thanked the gods. 

A howl sounded, the last howl. You could never forget it, for it meant the wolves were gone for another year. 

Again, for what would not be the first time, and hopefully not for the last either you wept tears of joy and relief, for you had been spared to live another year.