Rogue Squad

Dinner at My Place?

It's dark.

My face is pressed against the cold wooden floor.

In the near distance, I can hear the loud sound of paws pounding against the wooden floor from out in the hallway.

I cower under the bed, lying on my side, hugging my knees tight to my chest. Vicious snarls and the yelps of whimpering wolves erupt from all around and cloud my ears. My heart clenches nervously as the chaotic fighting persists.

Suddenly, the door crashes open and slams hard against my wall. A small stream of light filters into my room. I hold in a terrified scream, squeezing my legs closer to my body, if that is even possible. My eyes shut tightly.

Paws softly tread along the soft cream-colored carpet.

My heart thumps nervously in my chest, pounding up to my ears. I'm not alone anymore.

I peak my eyes open and quickly find the intruder. Four dark paws move toward my closet. I hear the faint sound of sniffing. It stays near my closet for a while, checking scents and prodding it's head around. It's looking for something... or someone. 

Then the wolf turns suddenly. It's snout lowers to the floor as it creeps toward the bed. It's nose leads it directly to what it wanted to find, me.

My heart races. I'm almost too petrified to move as it gets closer and closer. I gain the courage to inch myself backwards, to the other side of the bed, away from the creature.

The wolf gets as close as it can. It lowers its body to the ground. Finally at my level, the head pops under the bed.

My heart lunges in my chest, rapidly beating around as two beady eyes pierce into mine. I'm about to scream in fear, that's when two hands grab onto my sides and rip me from underneath the bed.

"No!" I shout and fling my head up.

I pant hard as my head throbs in pain. I can feel the damp sweat that has perspired on my forehead. I look around. Huh, I'm in my actual room, which is completely different than the one that was just in my dream -- well actually my nightmare.

I hear a ruckus of noise off in the distance but I ignore it. My headache quickly starts to fade away. I touch the beads of sweat that have collected on my forehead. I wipe my skin dry with one swipe.

Once my memories start recollecting, I notice something odd. The only pain I feel is my head pounding from that weird nightmare. What about my wounds from earlier?

I glance down at my hands which look perfectly normal. Not a blister to be seen. I peek over to my right to find that my arm is all bandaged. The white gauze is slightly bloody but all in all, I can move my arm and it barely hurts.

I hear someone laugh.

Huh? It sounds like it is coming from outside my door.

I toss my covers off and wiggle out from the bed. My feet touch the floor and I stretch my arms out and proceed to yawn. My muscles seem stiff and sore, I must have been asleep for a little while.

Heading over to the door, more noise fills my ears. There is giggling and and laughing. I hesitantly open my bedroom door.

Light filters in and my face scrunches up from the burst of light.

Once my eyes adjust, my jaw practically drops in surprise.

All heads turn to me. My whole squad, including the now healed Leo but not Damien, are all seated at a long table that has replaced my couch in my living room. My mom is placing a huge chicken in the middle of it, which is surrounded by a bunch of vegetables, potatoes and other side dishes.