Its late as I walk through the woods, looking for the wolf with the silver coat. Amazingly shinny like the goddess of the moon herself had blessed him. Tall and muscular he runs as if telling me to follow. So I do and he brings me to a house that is as black as the night around us. Now he is gone but in his spot stands a boy. He cant be any older then 19, but my eyes are drawn to his scar. A small bullet hole in the center of his chest. I reach to touch it but he backs away to the tree line. I blink only to now see that I stand alone.
