Okay. Don’t panic. There isn’t a bunch of big, drooling meta-dogs in my living room, ready to jump at the throat of very aggressive meta-wolves. My father isn’t missing and I’m not alone in this gigantic mess that is my life... It’s a nightmare. Okay.
“You mean her old man... he’s not with you?” asked Elliot, the only one who didn’t sport the bright yellow eyes typical of a wolf. “Well, in my opinion, he must be dead. Look for him in the ditches instead.”
All heads converged on him in tense silence.
“What did I say?” he wondered, genuinely surprised at the animosity he had just unleashed in everyone in the room, me first. “I just wanted to help you, huh!” he finished, grumbling.
Suddenly, the two black and tan hounds began to tremble as if they were convulsing. I instinctively stepped
