Never Was

Tarrin had trouble sleeping. So after Linux left him alone upstairs, he again got on his laptop to check the cameras outside Josey’s home. He barely could see movement in the house but felt assured they had made it.

Finally, after what seemed like a few hours, he closed the laptop and tried sleeping. The incident with the mutation ran circles around his mind, and for the first time in a while, he had a dream.

The woods were cool, and a dense fog surrounded him. Only when he looked up could he see tall pines surrounding him.

“Well, this is interesting,” he said aloud as he started wandering around.

Suddenly as he was walking, he heard a growl and stopped. An irritated deep voice came from behind him.

“About time you showed up. We gotta talk.”

Tarrin, not one to get scared quickly, turned around and noticed a wolf sitting on his haunches behind him.

The black fur glistened silver from the misty fog hitting its coat. Its eyes, the same color as his, blinked several times, almost