Prologue
It was a dark night, I was in the forest. I followed something, something weird. It was a giant white wolf. I have followed it for some time. And don't know why, maybe I was just curious.
The forest was really big and it did not seem to stop. However after a couple of minutes could I see the leaf trees stop. The wolf was faster than me and had reached the end of the forest, but it kept walking. I started to run, I was curious about where the wolf would go. When I finally reached the end of the forest, it stopped on a giant stone and looked up at the moon. It was to far away! I wanted to have a closer look at it. I sneaked closer and hided behind a bush.
The giant white wolf howled at the moon and whipped its tail against the ground. The tail had no fur or skin, it was made of bones and a few muscles. It kept howling at the moon, and its eyes began slowly to glow red. Red, like blood.
It stopped howling at the sky and looked down. The teeth were showing, they was sharp and covered in blood. Blood from the wolf. I did not understand, the wolf had began to bleed out of it's mouth and it's eyes. I had never seen a thing like that, it was disgusting.
The wolf looked up at the moon and tried to howl again. But it could not, the mouth was full of blood. “Why was the moon important to it?” whispered I to myself, but I did not want to be here for much longer. The wolf maked me feel ill. How the blood dripped from eyes and mouth and still it looked like it nothing was wrong at all.
The wolf lied down, the blood still flowing from the eyes and mouth. Maybe its sleeping and I could sneak away. Slowly I tried sneak away into the forest again, but the wolf heard me. It got up and started chase me, and I ran so fast I could. But it was not enough... The wolf did hit me with its big white paw. Pinned me to the ground. The wolf growled at me, and I blacked out.
I waked up, it was just a nightmare. A evil dream. My mother had heard me, I had screamed in my sleep, she came into my room. She touched my forehead and asked “Are you alright, dear?”. I did not answer for a minute, but then I told her about my dream. She had heard the dream many before, I dreamed about it almost every night. And every time it felt so real, but my mother kept telling me it was not. Maybe its just a dream, but its still scary.
Sometimes my mother looked so worried, that I did not believe her, when she said it was not real. And after some years, I had good reason not to believe her. Because it came... The wolf came! And it killed my mother.
