Please Don't Tell

Amelia.

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He's fiddling with his pants, but before he can get them undone, the man has suddenly ripped them away from me.

I spin around in time to see something huge and furry atop him. It looks like a wolf, but wolves don't get that big.

The wolf's long teeth sink into his skin, tearing his throat out.

I realize I'm screaming hysterically, pressed against the car. The wolf looks at me and hesitates. Probably wondering if I'll make a good meal.

It seems to decide that I'm not worth the trouble. It starts walking away.

I'm sobbing, and I can't seem to stop.

The wolf...