The Golden Wolf

There is an Arm in the Living Room

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The moment that you've been knocked down

Is the moment that at counts

And the moment that you've lost yourself

Is the moment that you're found

You can see the world much clearer

When your eyes are filled with tears

The only way to not be afraid

Is to learn to face your fears

You're not really afraid of the dark

You're afraid of a lack of light

And it's a fear of falling,

When you say you're scared of heights

The only reason you know you're sad

Is because you've been happy before

You may say the world's an ugly place

But you're only seeing the view from your door

-e.h.

In the dim light, I swear I see this man's face begin to morph, but it must have been my imagination. He is suddenly gone from in front of me, and I find him on the other side of the basement, a black wolf the size of which I've never seen is pinning him down and tearing at him. I hear a blood curdling scream, and realize in horror that it's me. I dive at Fen and grab him, hoisting his small frame onto my back. "Don't look!" I shout at him, and book it up the stairs through the door, still ajar.

The house looks like something out of a horror movie. Blood is splattered across the walls, and chunks of hair or fur littering the wood floors. "Fen, shut your eyes." I command.

"Okay." His small voice whimpers. I look around but see no one. Where could they have gone? There were a lot of people here, and a lot of dogs too. Was everyone alright? Could they have run into the forest? These thoughts race through my head in less than a second before I'm off sprinting again through the house. There is an arm in the livingroom. I stop short. In all my years in the business I'd never seen an arm ripped from a person's body before. A dog must have taken one of their arms. Bile rose in my mouth, and I did my best to swallow it back down. "Keep your eyes shut, baby boy, okay? Don't open them, whatever you do." If Fen saw that it would crush him. One of his friends got hurt; maybe they were dead. I have to get him out of here.

My keys are still on the table by the door. If I could get to my car I could get Fen and I out of here. I just needed to get him safe, then we could figure things out from there. I have to take things one step at a time. Get out. Get safe. Make a plan.

Go.

My feet moved on their own, faster than I've ever gone before. Amazingly fast, considering I have a small teenager on my back. I am at the door in an instant and snatching my keys from the table. I just have to hope my car is easy to find.

I take a deep breath and swing the door open. The large grassy field is in front of me, but to my left, thankfully, is a huge driveway full of cars. Mine must have been the last one they stole, because there it was, an ugly purplish Hyundai parked at the back. It's only about 70 yards away, and then we can be gone. My feet start to move, but my eyes register a form jumping in front of us. Another dog.