Diane's feet wobbled while she watched blankly, the scene that played out before her. She didn't really want to believe the situation is true. She wished to be in denial. Wished that all of these was some kind of a dream... Michaelson... Her ex colleague, closest friend... could not be the rogue wolf.. The rogue wolf had an entire personality different from Michaelson. It was blood thirsty, murderous, cold blooded... A completely opposite of Mick's personality..
She curled her lips, squeezed her eyes shut, proceeded to pinch herself on the palm..
'Once I open my eyes, it'll all be over' she mumbled uncertainly.
'Snap out if it, Diane. This is way too real to be happening in our subconsciousness' Ivy opined..
One.... Two.... Three.... Diane counted in her head, flared her eyes open
