Chapter 20

Any doubts I had about werewolves not being real were now gone. I had seen the transformation happen twice now, with my own eyes. Although I still couldn't think of a logical explanation as to how he changed I just knew that what I had seen was real. The wolf stalking towards me was enough proof that werewolves did exist. It was a difficult concept to grasp but if I were to live longer than today it might slowly make sense, but the possibilities of me living much longer, seemed slim. It was less than a foot away from me, I could feel the heat radiating off its thick fur in waves. My body began to tremble and I closed my eyes tightly, my wet eyelashes fanning across the tops of my cheeks as tears rolled down them once again. In a last attempt to stop the oncoming attack of the animal in front of me I did the only thing that came to mine; I stuck my hands out, my palms towards the wolf in a defensive pose. The futility of the gesture didn't escape me as I prepared myself men