I scream and I scream and I scream.
In the brown wolf's place is a very naked and very bloody Emma Griffin. She's unconscious but I continue to scream and crawl painfully away from her.
The black wolf suddenly turns and faces me. It had... such familiar grey eyes like the same ones in my dream.
Only... it wasn't a dream. It actually happened. The past week, I thought I've been dreaming about a wolf visiting me but now I don't think it was.
I attempt to stand but cry out and fall back down. Too fast for the human eye to see, the grey eyed wolf is suddenly right beside me. I scream again. I grab for my trusty stick and swing it at the wolf as hard as I can.
MY STICK SNAPPED IN TWO. How could this happen?! How can my stick do this to me?! What horrible horrible luck!
A loud popping soun
