In the heart of a wolf

my guns

I opened the door and nearly fainted, almost falling over and gagging. Trevor held me up and made sure I was okay before seeing what was wrong.

He stepped into the doorway and stopped. I regained my composure and went up behind him. The living room was a mess, blood was everywhere. My two cats layed there, slaughtered.

On the wall written in what I assumed was their blood was a note that read
The wreck was not an accident.
What type of sick joke is this? I turned around and went back to the porch.

Without thinking I pulled a pistol out of my special bag. I made sure that it was loaded and turned the safety off.

Trevor turned and looked at me, his eyes almost popping out of his head, seeing my gun. I slid the barrel in place, now all I need is the 22 in my grandma's bedroom.

It's funny, how my life has changed so quickly. First a couple of the biggest parts of my family dying and now my pet dog is a human. Or would it be a friend is really a dog? God I didn't even know him before and to add to that is there even a god? I am so confused.

I went through the house, holding the gun out in front of me. The house was clear. When i got to the back room, I got my gun and my shells for it. Trevor wasn't in sight but I could hear people moving around. I held my gun close and set that up too.

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