Besides, ravyn, what’s wrong with dark and depressing? The dark and depressing part is my favorite. It’s the same reason I like songs in minor keys, Lent, etc. Your passage is dark, but not depressing… and that’s interesting, too.

But weeping is hard to make happy. Then again, if someone’s happy, where’s the tension? I like TENSION…

Nothing helped with living like moonlight. No color, maybe, and the running on all fours was a nuisance, but dew under the paws, scents that didn’t all blend together–Lyssa wondered, as her throat reverberated with her last greeting to the fading moonlight, why lycanthropy was called a curse.

The wailing chilled them. Why the creature, whatever it was, howled each night, no one knew. Had they seen the event, the night her curse chained her into a wolf’s form, they would understand her weeping.

Her own lover knew. He heard the crying, and he smiled, whispering, “She’s mine.”

Sorry that’s all I could come up with. Distracted…

I’ll try harder next week, I promise.

She slammed the phone. How dare him!

She tapped her manicured nail, wondering how she would end it. The gun? Too quick. The knife? Too messy. No… something that would make him suffer, but spare her the grief.

Her eye caught the fertilizer bottle her gardener left on the stoop. Perhaps…