There's only one thing I knew. Everything is real. The stories I only hear from my grandma is real. The creatures my father want to see again are real. My dad is not crazy after all. Without my knowledge I walked toward the black wolf. Ignoring the blood and the dead by its feet. All I want is to touch the thick black fur he has. Blaze. Blaze was a wolf. A werewolf. Shouldn't I be running and yelling that werewolves are real?
I walked and only feet away from him. He whimpers and lower down its head. I take a deep breath and raised my hand slowly to his head. I touched his fur then simply pat him. I grinned when I felt him relaxed. Then I hugged him burying my head to its neck and thick fur. He smells like a dog and the forest. Why are you hugging a wolf!? My subconscious shouted but I ig
