Chapter 112

"I can't die now!" Wesley whispers as he alone, takes up thousands of werewolves. He fought till he wasn't strong enough to anymore. As he fought he wondered why he suddenly found himself in a world of werewolves. He begins to hear an audible voice telling a vicious story:

AUDIBLE VOICE:

The pack of vicious wolves however unrelentingly chase tenaciously after me. I run till I can't anymore. Diving into the silver river, I swim fiercely fast, hoping help would embrace me by chance. This is when I jerk back to consciousness, realizing it was just a nightmare, a terrible one at that. I heave a sigh of relief, optimistic about the day, like a wave of the hand, I quickly forget the bad dream.

The sun's rays pierce through the window, making me wince. I groan, rolling away from the light, but it was too late—I am already awake. With a deep sigh, I sit up, stretching and rubbing my eyes. The curtains are open, even though I clearly remember closing them last night. An uneasy frown creeps