Wolves

Lily

A sense of profound unease settled over me, like a dark cloud obscuring any hope of dismissing what I had experienced.

I stood, under the silence if the bathroom. The shampoo was long forgotten.

I was lost in a maelstrom of emotions—fear, disbelief, and a gnawing sense of dread.

I didn't know how long it took my to finally move. How many minutes had passed before I reached out to turn the shower back on. The water from the shower continued to cascade over me, but my mind was in turmoil.

‘It was real.’

Everything I had seen then. The imagery of wolves tearing down people. Of that man. It was all real.

Fighting my growing panic I took what was the bare minimum of a shower, running out immediately i was done as though something chased me by the heels.

Stumbling into my room I fell onto my bed curling up and trying to ease the panic wavering inside me.

Slowly, my gaze drifted to the undamaged bedroom door, to it's soft polished surface standing resolutely on its hinges, betraying no