Cozwulf

 A month had passed since that fateful night when Courtney was attacked. For the past month she’d suffered horrible nightmares and jumped with only the slightest provocation. That evening, she lay in bed with her chin-length blonde hair hanging down, clad in a tee-shirt and gym shorts. Her legs were crossed at the ankle and her feet bare. As Courtney thumbed through her book, she didn’t notice the full moon as it finished its accent into the night sky. Courtney felt her heart begin beating faster and she suddenly found herself short of breath. An uncomfortable warmth had spread over her body and within seconds, a sheen of sweat