Property of the wolf
I felt like I was being watched, as if something or someone was there, watching us.
"Don't worry. Come on, I'll help you with the suitcases."
I calmed down, telling myself that those enormous wolves wouldn't harm us, that they were just regular wolves that ate deer and those animals. But deep inside, I knew that wasn’t the case; that wolf was super large, its gaze was like that of a serial killer, and its jaw was full of enormous fangs. I followed Dad and helped carry my suitcases.
"You brought everything," he said, noting how heavy they were. I noticed a tattoo on his arm; I had never seen him tattooed before. It looked like it was new, and I had never seen that symbol before.
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