The Werewolf Wife

Devon's point of view "Can you tell me who you are?" I inquired of the girl. To whom I was following. Her face was blurry as she continued to trek through the forest's undergrowth. I tried to grab her wrist, but she swerved away from me once more. I gripped her waist as she came to a halt and spun her around. She transforms into a twenty-foot-long enormous Werewolf and attacks me with her mouth open. I became afraid of her and stubbed my toes. I fall off the cliff screaming for rescue before she can catch me. "Devon, Devon," said a voice, jolting me back to reality and jolting me out of my nightmare. I took a big breath and exhaled slowly, knowing it wasn't true. "You had the same dream again," Stacy chuckled as she ruffled my hair. "It wasn't a dream, but a nightmare all over again.""I recall, yeah, You spotted a female walking through the woods, but her face was fuzzy blah blah," she mockingly said

Devon POV     "How could you have been so irresponsible?" Stacy gave me a friendly smack on the arm while frowning.     "I'm fine," I said with a chuckle. My head was clouded with Amethyst when she applied a bandage to my cheek. Her gaze were hypnotic, and her lips moved in unison. But why am I obsessing about her? A car suddenly came to a standstill in front of a massive traffic jam. My phone rang, and the caller ID reads, "Dad."     "Yes, Dad," I replied.     "There is a massive traffic jam in Devon, and it will be cleared in 10 hours."     "Dad, we should go back since it's pointless to wait in the car, and I'm alright now."     "All right, let's get back to the farmhouse."     Our cars retraced their steps back to the farmhouse