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footage of an attack in London. We aren’t sure how the video got to
    the internet, but sources believe the boy had set his phone to automatically send when he was done recording. Please, brace yourselves for what you are about to see.” A new grainy video came on the screen showing a dark London night where two men were surrounded by people as they prepared to fight. Just as one of the men arched back to throw his punch two of the people in the circle around them started screaming and were thrown across the road and into a building.
    Their bodies made disgustingly, loud, wet thuds as they hit the brick wall. Everyone started looking around unable to see what was going on. Four more people in the circle disappeared screaming only to land a few blocks away on the cement, no longer breathing.
    White mist appeared around one of the fighters and he screamed in pain then was flying
    through the air. The second fighter and the boy with the phone started to run, but three more patches of mist appeared in front of them. They started to back up and then the mist sped forward wrapping around them and their screams stopped with a loud crack and a strange hissing sound. I turned to Bret and saw he had the same shocked and scared expression on his face. The news reporter came back on. “As you can see, it appears that the strange mist is causing these deaths, but we aren’t sure how the mist is capable of doing the physical damage we have seen done to the bodies. Some have had their throats torn out, some have had their necks broken and others have been found completely drained of blood. We will continue to keep you updated as we learn of new developments.”
    Bret turned off the television and I shuddered against him. He wrapped his arms around
    me and I wrapped the blanket tighter around us. I closed my eyes, willing them to forget the horrified expressions frozen on the victims’ faces as they were thrown through the air. What could cause this? What is the mist? I shivered at the thought of what this could mean for us and closed my eyes. Bret stood up and carried me to his bedroom. He gently laid me down then
    climbed in bed with me. I got into our sleeping position with my head on his chest and sighed as our bodies heated up the sheets around us and the heavy comforter made me feel even more
    secure. Bret hummed a soft song as I fell into a deep sleep.
    The branches stung as they hit my face. I ran as fast as I could, trying to keep up with Darren. He dashed and dodged and jumped over and around trees and bushes. I started to fall behind him and yelled for him to wait, but he ignored me. I could hear the wolves getting closer and I knew I didn’t want to die. I increased my speed, but the wolves continued to gain ground. I could see Darren just ahead in a clearing and a small spark of hope seeped through me. I ducked under a low tree branch then stopped running. Darren’s body twitched and convulsed then fur sprung out from under his skin. The wet splitting sound made me cringe in disgust, but what stood in Darren’s place replaced my disgust with awe. A medium-sized brown wolf stood over Darren’s shredded human skin. I stared at this wolf and gasped as its eyes turned to me.
    “Dad?” The wolf nodded its head and then bound away as the wolves following us pounced on top of me.
    I screamed and sat upright. I looked around and realized I was safe in Bret’s bed. He
    opened one eye and looked at me sleepily. “Dream?” he asked with a yawn. I nodded my head.
    He pulled me back down and hugged me against him. “’S alright. I’m here.”
    I relaxed against him and tried to shake off the bad feeling. I wasn’t sure I was alright. It was just a dream. Darren can’t become a wolf. That’s crazy. I nodded my head making myself firmly believe what I said and closed my eyes.
    “Artemis. Artemis honey, wake up,” Bret whispered in my ear.
    I groaned. “Five more minutes.”
    He laughed softly. “Breakfast is ready.”
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