Chapter .11.

There is something in us that is very much attracted to madness. Everyone who looks at the edge of a tall building has felt at least a faint, morbid urge to jump - Stephen King, The Ballad of the Flexible Bullet *** Hunger caves into my stomach. I can feel it within the other wolves also. Small prey was not enough to satisfy their bellies. They wanted more. For days now, the pack had been following the herd of elk. Tracking them within the rocky terrain of the mountains as they watch the proceedings of the animals from afar. The male nudges me with his head, capturing my attention as his eyes fixate on one elk in particular. It's obvious to see why. The animal is limping. Something about its back-left leg is off- causing it to straggle from the herd. The wolves know it