Vent Mga Nobela at Kwento

A soft woof caught my attention. I glanced hesitantly at the large, shaggy grey wolf beside me; my hands trembled beneath the towel. Darrien looked up at me from his four-legged form, his eyes seemed to plead my trust. I allowed him to lead me over to his mattress. His snout nudged my knees, instructing me to sit. Hesitantly I complied, perching on the edge of the worn mattress. Darrien climbed up beside me and curled up. His head rested on his front paws as he watched me. I felt the tension in my muscles, ready to bolt if he became aggressive or territorial. Darrien snorted at me indignantly, I knew he could smell my fear.

she murmurs as she moves closer like she is examining something. She reaches out to touch something, and we see an electric bolt shoot towards her. I scream as Miranda simply steps out of the way letting the bolt connect with the ground. “Perhaps it is a sign you should not enter,” my father mutters as Miranda turns her intense stare on him. “Interesting,” she muses as she starts to move her fingers in front of the spot she touched.