He smiled down at me, comparing my laughter to the unrealistic beauty of the moon, the mischievous gleam in his ghostly eyes peering deep into my innocence, my laughter fading into the night as I catch his intentions like rain on a stormy night.

My shoulders tense in fear and disgust, my blood chilled waiting on him to make that mistake, that one that might just set off my adrenaline like a timed bomb,

little wolf, little wolf, little wolf,
wake,
wake,
wake, it's only a dream my father says pulling me...