Who am I?
Annabella POV
I have the same dream I always have: two wolves, one white and one silver, hanging out in the woods with younger me. After my dad died, the dreams always ended with a flash of lights and seeing my dad dead on the road. Then, after several years, I dreamt about Sarah beating me to death and then seeing my dad dead. I don’t know the last time my dreams didn’t end in a nightmare.
At first, this dream starts the same: younger me is playing with the two large wolves in the forest. Except, it didn’t change straight to seeing my dad dead. Instead, I am back in the car with him, an alive him. We’re talking.
“Annabella, you know all of the wolf stories I've always told you?” he said to an eleven-year-old me.
“Duh,” I reply wanting him to get to the point.
“What if
