Wings of the Butterfly

The morning carried a faint, almost familiar scent. Lying awake and staring at the ceiling, she barely noticed it. But the wolf certainly smelled it; even asleep, he tossed and growled, his hair bristled, and his claws unconsciously ripped the sheets.

Thus it begins: a stranger arrives to challenge the wolf, and Nicole begins to believe she can leave him. Nicole: the beautiful and reticent butterfly, whose dreams have been shaped and beaten into the dreams of the wolf.

Is escape too much to hope for when the only apparent means is death?