Chapter 4

“How is that possible?” I asked my therapist.

“It's certainly possible that your dreams about the wolf are related to your emotional state after the loss of your parents. Dreams can often be a way for our minds to process and make sense of difficult emotions and experiences. It's also possible that the wolf in your dreams represents some aspect of your personality or psyche, or it may symbolize something else entirely. Ultimately, the interpretation of dreams is highly personal and can vary widely from one person to another. It's important to remember that there is no one-size-fits-all explanation for any particular dream, and it's up to you to decide what the wolf in your dreams might mean to you, Rebecca.” She explained

Soon after I left the therapist and went back to work.

So, has the wolf always been a nice guy? I thought he was a monster. I thought to myself.

Now that I actually thought of it, he never harmed me before. If the scars I get in

my dreams can somehow manifest on my skin in real life, then I'm way too lucky to be living in a forest at night and not get hurt. Has he been protecting me all this time? What is the link between the wolf and me? And why did he turn into a human at the end?

The scar must have been a coincidence.

As I sat in my car, my mind kept drifting back to the strange dreams I'd been having lately. The wolf had always been a mysterious presence in my subconscious, but now that I thought about it, he had never actually hurt me. In fact, he seemed to be protecting me from something, though I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.

I couldn't shake the feeling that there was some sort of connection between me and the wolf, but I didn't know what it was. I wondered if there was some way to figure out the meaning of my dreams and unlock the mysteries of the wolf.

 At the end of my dream, the wolf had turned into a human, which only added to the confusion. I couldn't help but wonder what this transformation could mean. Was it a sign that the wolf was more than just a creature of my imagination? Or was it simply a symbol of something else entirely?

As I tried to make sense of it all, I couldn't shake the feeling that the scar on my neck was more than just a

coincidence. Could it be that my dreams were somehow connected to my reality? I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets my subconscious might be hiding.

I took a break for an hour from work to meet my therapist. Dr.ingres was kind enough to let me go. Getting

back to office, I still wasnt sure what to do with the ‘it's up to you to decide what the wolf in your dreams might mean to you’ part.

Letting it slide away for a while, I opened the door to the lab only to be greeted by a fluffy animal. It seemed to be a cat but was orange in color with pointed ears. Most importantly it didn't meow.

“Who are you little one?” I asked the animal.

“Hey Rebecca. Thats the outcome of the research I did for most of my years. I finally found a breakthrough and I can't believe how happy I am.” Dr. Ingres replied.

“I don't understand.” I replied smiling.

“The animal infront of you is a mix breed of a fox and a cat. Humans till date know how to inter breed the same family of animals but now I, Dr. Ingres has finally found a way to breed between a cat and a fox.”

“Thats amazing doctor. Thats actually so amazing.”

“Its all thanks for your and Georgia's help.”

“So, are you planning on taking a break?”

 “Break? What's that for? I am gonna start the next phase of my research. I hope you can continue to help me out Rebecca.”

“Absolutely doctor. But what are we going to work on?”

"Well, I have a few ideas in mind for the next phase of my research," Dr. Ingres replied, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "I'm planning on continuing to explore the possibilities of interbreeding different species of animals, but I also want to delve deeper into the genetic mechanisms behind it. I want to understand how we can control and manipulate the traits and characteristics that are passed down from one generation to the next. It's a fascinating field with so much potential for discovery."

"That sounds amazing, Doctor," Rebecca said, her own excitement beginning to build. "I can't wait to see what we can accomplish together. I'm always happy to help out in any way I can."

"I'm glad to hear it, Rebecca," Dr. Ingres said with a smile. "I think we make a great team, and I have no doubt that we'll be able to achieve great things together.”

He then continued to say, “In other words well be creating a ‘Homunculus’.”

“What is that doctor?” Asked georgia curiously.

“Here read this.” the doctor said turning his laptop to face us. On it was an article written.

In fantasy literature and media, the concept of a homunculus may be used in a more metaphorical or symbolic way.

A homunculus might be depicted as a small, humanoid creature that is created through magical means, often as a servant or assistant to a magician or alchemist. In some stories, a homunculus might be imbued with certain powers or abilities, such as the ability to speak, think, or act independently.

 In some cases, a homunculus might be portrayed as a malevolent or dangerous creature, while in other stories it might be depicted as a benevolent or helpful being. The portrayal of a homunculus in fantasy literature and media can vary widely, and it may be used as a way to explore themes of creation, power, and human nature. It's important to note that the concept of a homunculus in fantasy literature and media is not necessarily based on scientific principles, and it should not be confused with the scientific use of the term as a theoretical construct in discussions of neuroanatomy and psychology.

“It basically means that we’ll be creating a half human, half animal being. Something similar to a vampire.”

“Is that even possible doctor?”

“Not yet ofcourse. There are a lot of preparations that are needed to be made.”

"What animal are you thinking about Doc?" Georgia asked, her mouth agape.

"Hmm. It's under consideration but what about a human... and a wolf?" He replied.

I felt all the air knock out of my lungs.