Aba woke up drenched in sweat. He was panting heavily as he tried to blink the visions away. He sat up and gripped the blankets around him as his hands slightly trembled. This happened sometimes. Sometimes memories from the past came to him in dreams.
This time he dreamed about fighting as a werewolf. He watched as other wolves fought against a large black wolf and a light blonde colored wolf. The blonde-colored wolf’s fur was soon soaked with crimson liquid. A fiery phoenix also joined the battle and shot flames at him that didn’t burn him. He then turned his wolf’s sights on the large black injured wolf. And this is when he woke up. He knew it was a memory of his past life. He could remember the memory vividly at first but usually, by the next morning, it became fuzzy.
He was an adult
