As I walked through the street headed towards Zach’s house, I had the slightest feeling that I was being followed, but I guess that just happens to most people walking at night.
I was about to turn on to Anderson St. when I heard a low growl emanating from behind me. To my ears, it did not sound like a dog but something much, much larger. My eyes darted back and forth trying to decide which way I should head to get away from whatever it is behind me.
I finally decided to head for the creek behind the houses on Anderson St. The low growl grew louder as I sprinted for the creek. When I started to slow down to catch my breath, I fell on the slope leading down to the waterbed below me. I stopped myself on the hill before I landed in the water, and I saw it.
It was a wolf, a wolf the size of a small rhino. It definitely took my breath away as I watched the monstrosity stop directly in front of me, staring at me as if it were trying to read my soul.
Maybe I should scream for help, I thought. Well if I did, would more rhino sized wolves show up? “No Laura,” I told myself quietly. “This can’t be real. A wolf the size of a rhino! It’s completely idiotic!”
But what if this is real? Would all the stories I’ve ever read be true? Is there a world behind my closet? Is there really a Downworld or a city just for the Nephlim? Camps for Greek or Roman demigods? A school for the magical? Can the Immortals be real?
My heart started pounding at the thoughts. My dreams, and other’s just like mine, have become true? “This is going to be a great story to tell Zach and mom,” I say quietly. “Oh but should I even tell either of them? I mean it’s my mom and my best friend, how could I not tell them?”
Hoping he heard me, I looked up to see its face soften as if it did know what I was saying.
“Can you understand me?” I ask timidly.
Its head made a nodding motion. “I am Asoroth,” The wolf said with the hint of a Welsh accent. “I lead the South Haven clan of the lycanthropes.” His voice was resounding through my head as if he were not just talking to me but speaking into my mind, like telepathy.
“If you want your mother and your special friend, Zach, to live to see tomorrow, I suggest you come with me.” He finished.
“Why should I even believe that you exist?”
“For one, you are responding to me and all things are real, just something’s don’t want to become real to those who don’t believe. For Zach, I would come with me.”
Timidly, I stood up, and I followed Asoroth.
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