The Russian Wolf

The Russian Wolf

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“Now please, Alisa. Just go.” I pleaded on the verge of a breakdown. She nodded her need and walked out the door. I was about to close the door when I noticed the wolf was still in my room. I pointed to the stairs. “Out “And as he walked to me I heard the horrible sound of bones cracking and the next thing I knew there was no longer a wolf in my room, but a very naked man. A naked Russian man named Dimitri. “Dimitri” I whispered. As my eyes bulged out of my head. Dimitri stepped toward me arm out stretched. I stepped away from him, forgetting that one step backwards would send me tumbling down the stairs. It was just like a movie, Everything was in slow motion as my head banged and hit every step until I landed at the bottom of the steps, my eyelids got heavier and heavier and my vision blurred all I could see was Dimitri kneeling over me, screaming and shaking me but I couldn’t hear anything. I felt something warm and sticky drip down my forehead. I gave Dimitri a weak smile to let him know everything would be alright as my last though consumed me with the darkness. Why hadn’t he told me?
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