Howl

Flesh splits. Bones break. Screams build.

The synchronicity of woman and wolf has long been buried. Ruled by the moon and her cycles of blood, rage, and transformation, the desire and pull to shapeshift and transmute runs deep beneath her skin. She is a beacon of duality, the divine and the monstrous, the deep glow of wolfsbane and the indent of fresh bite marks on skin.
We fear her because we are her: the feral, the wild, the mad.

From Angela Carter's "The Company of Wolves” to Rac...