Dream: The Wolf in the Moonlight

 


Last night, the moon was full and high, casting silver light over a dark forest I didn’t recognize. I stood there barefoot, the wind whispering through the trees, and I wasn’t alone. He was there — the one I love. But something was different. His eyes glowed like embers, wild and distant, and his body trembled as if fighting something deep within.

I called his name, but he didn’t answer.

The air grew thick, the kind of silence that comes before something breaks. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, his hands clawing the earth. Bones cracked. His scream turned into a growl. My heart raced — not out of fear, but something more… heartbreak.

Before me, the man I loved was changing — fur sprouting from his skin, his jaw stretching, teeth lengthening. A werewolf. But still… I saw him. I saw the pain in his eyes, the struggle to stay human, to not hurt me.

He looked at me one last time, as if begging me to run.

And then he lunged — fast, powerful, unstoppable.

My breath caught. His claws were inches from me. And just as I felt the heat of his breath, I woke up — heart pounding, drenched in sweat, with his name still on my lips.

Was it just a dream? Or a warning?

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