The house of Wolves

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It'd been a day since his father had passed and now standing in his old house everything was different, it was colder, quieter, creepier. John stood there in complete silence, and then decided to head upstairs to his room and pulled a bag out of his closet and started packing clothing and some pictures to remember his mother and father. Fifteen minutes or so later John heard a noise coming from downstairs, thinking it was just his driver John continued to pack, until he heard the footsteps grow closer, and louder, John could even hear the person's loud heavy breathes, like they had just ran a marathon. John then realised that it wasn't his driver, because, his driver was still only in his mid twenties, and never breathed that hard even when the driver had accidentally ran a red light on there way here.Curious as to who it could be John walked out into the hall to see a towering dark figure standing in the hall staring at him. John cautiously stepped back into the room he had just walked out of, and closed the door and then ran to the window, as John looked out of his second story room, he saw his driver wasn't in the car, after a second of staring John heard a gun shot, and then bolted, back out into the hall where he heard it come from.

John was in amazement at what he saw, there was his cab driver, standing overing the large figure he had seen in the hallway, it was a six foot long wolf, with a dark mahagony coat, it was in the least of words, beautiful. The cab driver held an almost perfectly silver gun, but it had an emblem on the handle, John couldn't quite make out, maybe a serpent, and arrow. hesitantly John walked over to his cab driver, staring at the dead animal on his house floor, wondering how it even got in, looking closer at the animal, John saw that the animals paws looked more like hands and its eyes were a deep ruby red, almost full of murderous intent, and the blood pooling around its head, seemed to never stop, it just kept trickling out, like a river made of crimson blood.

John almost had a heart attack, because the cab driver then slowly and menacingly walked over and shot the wolf again, when he did so the wolf started changing, morphing into what looked like a boy Johns age, John was so confused and baffled, he just stood there until the driver, grabbed him by the arm, and told him to grab his stuff, John ran to his room, scared and then met the driver back in the hall. John had so many questions running through his mind he didn't know what to ask first, "why does he have a gun", "what was that wolf, or was it even a wolf?"
The thoughts running through Johns mind were soon answered, as if on queue the driver introduced himself, he said his name was "Saga" and that the doctor who called him was actually an old friend, and thought that John might need a little bit of extra help in case of emergency, after saying this Saga then said if John had any further questions he could wait till they got to their destination, "The Manor" is what Saga called it.

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