4. Stranger in wolf skin.

Splat splat splat.

My boot squash on the muddy ground. The rain get stronger the closer I come to the fence, the dog is still barking. As I come closer to the fance I feel like someone us watching me, I know only one person is watching me, My conscience because I promised father I would never open the fence but now look at me, a promise breaker.

The dog quites down when it spots me coming towards it and starts whining . I scan behind the dog for any deadly killers of girls that wonder the night I see none and I start working the rusty lock which hasn't been opened for... a while.

I waited a long minute to he click signaling an open lock. I turned and turned and jerked and tinkered and turned till it clicked open.

" thank gods" I mutter opening the gate. I look at the dog who is a good distance away." Come here boy" I call out.

The dog whines looking at me in a begging manner and looks back to the woods it slowly walks towards the woods.

" don't. " I call out looking around I have been here in a long time.

The dog continues walking I slowly follow it after a minute of pro-con check. The weed has grown to my waist so I quickly follow the dog so I don't go loose it.

I remember the last day I was her my mother had been missing for a week and I had found her scarf on the edge of the garden which is closer to the woods. Grandpa showed up I told him everything. That mom was taken by people in dark cloaks at night and disappeared with that my grandpa promised he would only come back when he finds mother. My hand instinctively clutch my pendant which I got from uncle. I stop myself from thinking any further.

The dog has stopped beside a wolf. Just as I am about to runaway I realize its a person wearing wolf skin. I run to him. " sir... " I try and flip him to his back. He grunts, the dog nudges his chest. " sir, can you hear me." I shout frantically.

He opens his eyes a looks at  lightening flashed. " Diana? " he questions his voice sounds like someone with a bad cough.

But it froze me that he thought I am, my mother. I shrug that off to ask him later.

" can you stand?" I question.

" I think so." He mumbles.

I start helping him to his feet he put his arm over my shoulder and we start walking towards my house.