Chapter 43

I sluggishly opened my eyes and looked up. On top of me stood a huge black wolf. It had streaks of brown and white scattered throughout its fur and piercing amber colored eyes. It was pinning me to the ground by my shoulders, and as it growled at me its lips curled up to expose two rows of razor-sharp teeth. I watched in horror as a long string of drool escaped its mouth, then dripped down onto my cheek.

“Ewww, what the hell Tristan? That's so fucking gross.” I shouted at the big black wolf and it snapped at my face in reply.

Wait. Tristan would never attack me!

The sudden realization hit me like a hailstorm, and I whispered into its face,

“You're not Tristan!”