LAYLA:
“What did you do to it?” I ask, referring to the wolf that I was sure I saw before I got pushed down to the ground. It all feels like it was part of my imagination now that I'm on the run.
“Does it matter?” Aurora asks in response as she dashes past me. Going back and forth is what she has been doing since we started to run away from the scene we were in moments ago.
Her response was what I needed to clarify that it truly happened. I didn't imagine it, no. Because if I did, she would have given a different response.
Whatever that wolf was, it had been bent on harming me. I saw its claws being directed at my face like it was about to plant a vicious attack on me. I was scared when that was about to happen. Perhaps that was the reason I got glued to the spot.
It got to a point wh
