Chapter 7

That night, I found myself back in the dream, and for the first time, I was excited to go back to sleep. I knew that the man would be there, waiting for me, and I was eager to talk to him and learn more about the strange situation I found myself in.

As I approached the campfire, I saw the man sitting on a rock, roasting meat over the flames. He looked up as I approached and gave me a friendly smile, gesturing toward the rock next to him. I took a seat, feeling a sense of curiosity rather than fear.

"Are you a werewolf?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

The man's eyes widened in fear, but he nodded his head. "So you figured it out," he said.

I didn't know what to say. A werewolf? It seemed impossible. But as I looked into the man's eyes, I knew he was telling the truth.

"Don't worry," I said, trying to reassure him. "I won't go away."

"Why not?" the man asked, still looking worried.

"Because I'm not afraid of you," I replied. "I just want to understand. Can you tell me more ab