Cris drove away from the pack mansion and they took me to a club. Dawn ordered four rounds of drinks as soon as we got in and got wasted, talking shit about Axel and Jena and hitting the dance floor. At some point, I remember checking my phone for time and seeing hundreds of miscalls, but had no clue what I did after blacking out.
That night, I had a dream again. It was a strange dream of a yellow-furred wolf trapped in a dark place. I’ve had it since I was eight but had no idea why. They said old traumas often resurfaced in dreams, but I didn't think that was it. There was always something different with the wolf whenever I dreamed of him. Well, he used to look like a kid, but as I grew up he did too. Despite those years, we never really interacted with each other, as if I was only pulled into wherever he was for a little company.
Recently, though, my dreams of that wolf have become more frequent. I just had this dream the other night, and I was lost at what to do with a mad huffing ball of yarn.