*Viorra*
I know this is not my bed as soon as I gather some consciousness; it is too soft and firm, mine is completely the opposite. I slowly open my eyes and I see the decorated ceiling with elegant lights. I manage to sit on the bed and I meet the gaze of the big wolf. Ok, so it wasn’t a dream.
“Whose pet are you?” I manage to say and the wolf seems to shoot me an angry look. What?! It is a fair question? I know, I am going crazy now, talking to animals.
He walks towards me and I freeze, too afraid to really anger him. He drops something on my side and once he gives a few steps back, I grab it. Is a piece of paper wrapped in an tape recorded. Interesting.
-‘Dearest Viorra; I know that nothing makes sense right now, but I had no other choice but to bring you home. I decided to do what
