Shannon
When Vernon offered to take me to "her", I couldn't lie panic raised in my heart. An old friend? And a "she"? Was there a she-wolf with him when he was younger? Was that why he was the first person he could think of after this traumatic event?
I knew now was not the time to think about this, so I held them in. I held my breath and walked the pathway into the forest.
But he held out a hand when we were climbing a fallen tree truck, I took his hand, the warmth spread to me, and his finger rubbed against my palm slightly, it tingled.
When we finally reached our destination, the ridiculous-looking, comic-like cabin. I felt so unreal at that point, and I also realized my assumption about this mysterious old friend might be wrong.
Especially after I heard what she said, it was a high-pitched almost child-like voice.