Emma was dreaming. She saw a bloodied atmosphere. There was blood everywhere. There was war. There were so much killings that from her own standpoint, she hadn’t seen anything as it before. It was barbaric, like g******e. But the most weird thing she saw about the battle, was that the battle wasn’t among humans, but animals. She saw wolves fighting against each other in a most brutal way, like they were reasoning as humans, knowing whom and when to attack.
And then all of a sudden, a huge beautiful black wolf, more larger than the rest, ran up to her gingerly. Surprisingly, she noticed that she wasn’t at all scared, but rather concerned about the big black wolf, as she touched his shoulders which were bruised, smiling a bit as it nuzzled her cheek with its nose. But then in a twinkling of
