#Chapter 14: Werewolves

Aria This couldn’t be real. I had to be dreaming. Lucas was not a dog, but… A boy?! “No,” I murmured, grabbing my arm and pinching the skin as hard as I could over and over again. “No, no, I have to be dreaming…” The little boy who was sitting up in bed, in the exact same spot as where the dog had just been, cocked his head to one side. “What’s wrong, Mommy? Why are you scared?” “No, no, no,” I kept muttering. I kept pinching until my arm was sore, until my nails finally bit through the skin and little red beads of blood began to form on the surface. This couldn’t be possible. Lucas was a dog. A husky/wolf mix. Not… Not a little boy. But no matter how much I pinched myself, nothing happened. If I was dreaming, then I was deep asleep; maybe I had hit my head during the wolf attack and was in a coma somewhere in a hospital bed. Or maybe I had died and this was some twisted version of the afterlife. The only thing I could think of doin