Even through teary eyes and trembling legs, I could still remember clearly what kind of creature I met that night. There could be no denying that this was the same wolf that had saved me from the forest almost ten years ago.
It was no doubt one of my most terrifying days, and there was no way that I could forget how threatening it looked to me that day. I was young, small, and terrified. It was massive, unreal, and daring. No other wolf could come close to being as menacing or as intimidating as this one. A big, grey wolf, with eyes as haunting as no other. Looks aside, it never did me any harm. Apart from getting me back home, that is.
I have spent days wondering who it was, questioning why and how did it help me back to my father. I have spent days wishing that it hadn't done so, too.
When it met my eyes, it stood from its seat, walking closer to me until it heard Andrew call, "A-alpha." It stopped.
Alpha?
