I wake up in a sweat, my breathing heavy.

_It’s just a dream_, I tell myself.

Yet this time I feel the scratch of a thin branch and hear the howling of a mourning wind.

Red lights hinder my eyesight.

I am no longer in my bed, but in a strange forest with sickly pine trees.

_You cannot escape this_, the wind sings.

I look to my right and find a small fawn sniffing a flower. Blood splatters on it in an instant as a growling wolf nears me.

“It seems the wind has found you,” the wolf whispered. “It seems you are one of us.”

The wolf, in a flash, transforms into a man.

My lips do not dare move.

“Transform,” the man demanded.

I shook my head in confusion as my hands slowly turned to cruel claws.

I bolt awake. I feel my skin. There is no fur.

I run to the bathroom and splash water to wake myself.

“It’s just a dream,” I say to myself. “I am not a wolf.”

But my glowing yellow eyes tell me it was something far too real.