Ben recovered from what Diana told him about her dream when she spoke again.
" I know it sounds weird and I can't explain it, but it felt as real as you and me sitting right here, right now. It felt like I was a part of it and the rush of running with the pack was fulfilling. It was euphoric." Ben now had an idea of what Diana felt.
'At least she's not against the idea of the existence of wolves.' Ben's wolf spoke to him in his mind.
"Suppose you were to encounter a wolf, what would you do? How would you feel about it?" Ben asked. He was on the edge of his seat waiting for her reply.
"I don't know. I think I would be fascinated. But we can't know, right? Because werewolves aren't real." 'But they are.' Ben's wolf said in sadness. Ben swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat.
