I'd been riding hard most of the night, wooded ravines on a mountain side. My horse was getting tired... and so was i. Up there the moon was full, down here darkness ruled.
Outside the leaves are slowly falling from the trees. Black clouds are moving in, a storm is coming on. Inside the confessional, angel and I are playing games.
Once inside, everything would change before my eyes. No more decay. Glorious beauty had taken it's place. But in horror... I watched as the wolf... began it's skin to shed.