Scarlett had a dream.
In the dream, she unexpectedly had a child—which was strange, as she had never had a real child of her own.
In her dream, a tiny, tiny wolf cub, its ears and tail still untransformed, was stumbling towards her.
His wolf tail—had a reddish-brown tinge.
Scarlett had been the same way as a child.
In werewolf tradition, each color represents something different.
A reddish-brown tail usually represents courage.
Her father had once lifted her high in the air, a smile spreading across his face. "Scarlett—my bravest little baby!"
Scarlett ran towards the child.
Like all children, he was curiously poking at a crab when his finger got pinched.
She went over to check on his wound but heard him giggle. "Mom, I'm okay."
"That's good." She hugged him, her chest filled wi
