*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 ...