Douglas’s POV
In the days just before his death, Gran da had told me about the red wolf. He claimed that the red wolf was my father, and that I was half wolf. And if I go out into the forest and whistle, eventually the red wolf would come for me.
When I asked gran what he had meant, she told me that sometimes people will hallucinate when they are near death.
“Pay him no mind, love,” gran had said tearfully. “He’s just out of his head from the pain medication.”
And once gran da died, I had thought that would be the end of it. Although I was still curious to find out if there was anything to the odd story, so I would spend a few hours playing in the forest on the weekends if the weather wasn’t too bad, waiting for the red wolf to come find me.
Imagine my surprise when a man with red
