A couple of years ago.
"Today's the meteor shower, let's go!" said Bennett motioning to his brothers.
I saw them running towards the training field and followed them without hesitation.
"Oh my gosh, look how big it is!" said Alan pointing to the sky.
The three boys started chatting until the wolves started running. The reality was that, at every meteor shower, the high-ranking wolves ran through the forest.
It was supposed to be a race of skill and hunting, but my parents always said it was just for fun.
The four of us ran up to an overlook and watched the wolves race through the trees. At that moment, however, James' eyes widened like saucers.
"Oh my gosh, look at that wolf!" He said in surprise.
"Yeah, that's my dad" I said with a huge smile on my lips.
My dad had a hug
