In her nightmare, she walks through a corridor lined with mirrors.
Then she arrives at a room where a monstrous wolf seems to be waiting for her.
The dream scares the hell out of her.
The day she decides to visit a witch to help her deal with the...
Later that night, sitting on my bed with the little one sleeping beside me, I tried to figure out what had happened with the Fox Gang. There probably was a rational explanation. In danger, you use parts of your usually inactive brain - or so they say. That seemed fine, but... somehow I knew that this wasn't the right explanation in my case.
Hard as it may seem to believe, I had turned into a werewolf to defend my child.
This wasn't ordinary: in the movies and werewolf stories, people turn into beasts under the full moon and then kill other folks. I checked the calendar. It was a moonless period.
I smiled in the darkness, trying hard not to burst into wild laughter. Werewolves don't exist for God's sake! They're only legends, fantasies, movie inventions...
My eyes closed, and I fell asleep. The dream came again, but this time it was different.
In the corridor lined with mirrors, I stopped to look at the mirror, but couldn't see my reflection. The mirror image looked like those paintings in museums, which show the Madonna holding the Holy Child. Only here, the orange-haired werewolf woman was holding protectively the tiny teddy bear in her arms.
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I am no longer scared; the meaning of the dream is now clear. And the identity of the terrifying werewolf woman is no longer a mystery. We smile at each other, and she knowingly winks back at me.
Now I'm finally at peace with my weird dark side and know that my little one will never be in danger.
