As soon as the wolf’s eyes met mine, I felt a shock of recognition. The color was the same… And his amazing, fluffy {don’t tell him I said that} coat was the same as Mack’s black, shiny hair. Wait, how could this wolf be Mack? Last I checked, the boy wasn’t a wolf… Wait… Suddenly, I realized something. He had said he was a werewolf, and even if I didn’t believe him, well— it would make some kind of sense if he was, because a wolf who looked exactly like him— that just, it wasn’t logical. Espescially a wolf with the exact same color eyes… Exact.

As I turned I was pounced on.

I didn’t bother screaming this time— I figured it was just a wolf. Well, figured it was Tim, unsurprisingly, or Mack, who had surprisingly shown that he was very affectionate— when you caught him in the right mood. Well, almost always affectionate when I was around— this wasn’t a wolf. It was a cat. I sat still, afraid of it’s claws. Purring, the cat leaped off of me and sat on Mack’s bed, staring at me with Amy’s eyes.