Dreaming. Yep. I'm definitely dreaming. I am at home, safe in bed sleeping. There is not a giant wolf in front of me next to the dead man's body that was once a black wolf. I tried squeezing my eyes really hard, but that didn't work. Pinched myself. Nope. Then, I slapped myself across the face. Nope. Not dreaming.
Panic filled inside of me, staring at the dead man a few feet away. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. The huge grey wolf now stepped between me and the dead man on the ground. Forcing me to look up it, still afraid for my life. This wolf must've fought the other one to kill me itself. Imagining all of the different ways it'll tear my body apart, I didn't see what it was actually doing. To my surprise, I watched as it laid down on the ground in front of me. Laying its head on
