Wolves and Bears by Holly Bidgood
"I wanted to write a folk tale. Something full of magic and mystery. The sorts of things that bring the everyday world to life. Stories that make me feel alive.
In the city; there is no magic between the brick walls or in the small, dark places that don’t catch the sun. There is nowhere for the creatures to make their home, they would only be driven away by the merciless workings of a city that never sleeps, never stops, days and nights with no rhythm and no point. What sort of stories could happen here?"
I see gangs of wolves prowling the streets at night, slipping through the darkness between the street lights, their keen eyes glinting with the light cast from a pub doorway as a man throws it open and staggers out, drunk and oblivious to the creatures that follow him as he stumbles home slipping and swearing on the ice that carpets the winter pavements.