Chapter 18 The Dream

I lay there. Just lay there. Nothing ran through my head. I stared at the inside of the bag. I didn't even think of what to do now. My eyes grew heavy. I rested and fell into a deep deep sleep.

The dream was of a small forest clearing. I was there. So was Moge. I was very happy. There was a shine in my eye. The view turned around. There were two other wolves. One was gray and one was black. All of a sudden two other wolves ran right into me and Moge. One was a gray just like the other and the other one was white.

All of the mystery wolves seemed so familiar. Then all of a sudden it hit me. The first two wolves were my mom and dad. Clara and Bran. The ones that ran into me were my brother and sister. Gart and Salka. How could this be? It couldn't be from the past. But how could it be of the future. All of them were dead.

All of a sudden I woke up. There was a noise. It was very distant. I picked it up a little. Someone was walking on a higher level. I stood up. I walked a little forward. My nose bounced off a wall. I yelped but it was muffled. I turned around testing my surroundings. I had to find a way out. That dream had to come true.

I put my head down and tried to pull it off. The knots of the human were to tight. I was thirsty. How was I supposed to drink. I walked over to a dripping sound. I put my head to the ground. I felt water on my muzzle. The bag wasn't water proof. I drank some through the bag. I walked away and lay down again. I was so tired all the time. Why was this.

Of course! I was over extending my power, to enhance my senses to survive. I lay down trying to think of a way to escape. I stayed like this for hours before falling asleep again. To wake up, I never knew.