“Thought you could get away, did you? Well, big mistake. That’s not going to happen,” Eric said.

But it wasn’t his voice that I heard. It was someone else. It was deep and threatening. It didn’t belong to Eric. It had to be someone else.

“W-w-who a-a-are y-you?” I asked, trying to make my voice sound like I wasn’t afraid, to keep it from shaking, but, of course, things weren’t going to go my way.

The creature was silent for a long time. I thought, for a while, that he wasn’t going to answer me. But he did, and now I wish he hadn’t. He spun me around and slammed me against the wall, hard, making all the picture frames shake. One of them, the one closest to me, fell off and shattered at my feet. I looked down to see which one it had been, and gasped when I saw. It was the one that I had been looking at before. The glass had splintered all over the floor and I hoped that none of the pictures had been damaged. I was jerked to the side, forcing me to look up into the face of my attacker.

I had never seen the man before, yet, somehow, I knew that I had had an encounter with him before. Then it hit me, well, more like he told me.

“Remember me? No? Well, what a shame. Guess I’ll have to show you then,” he said and right there, before my eyes, he shifted into the form of a wolf. But it wasn’t just any wolf, it was the wolf that had attacked me in the forest; the one that had almost killed me.

Now do you remember? he asked me, his voice clear in my mind. Do you? I remember you.

“What do you want with me?” I asked out loud, though I knew that he would have heard me even if I had thought it in my mind.