My tiny body trembled as I stood at the entrance of a burning house, my small frame dwarfed by the chaos unfolding around me. Grown-ups darted past, their faces blurred by my tears, some shouting, others screaming in fear or pain. Wolves filled the space—wild, snarling rogues with matted fur and gleaming teeth, clashing with the stronger, fiercer pack wolves, their bodies locked in a violent struggle. I was only three or four, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and endless, as my eyes darted frantically, searching for something familiar, someone to make this nightmare stop. My hands, small and clumsy, twisted together, fingers fumbling nervously, unable to stay still. The air was thick, heavy with the choking smell of smoke that stun
