The dark Irish landscape disappeared behind thick void curtains. It crept closer and he couldn’t move. What am I going to do? Where am I? How do I get her back? The thoughts in his mind were just as thick as the fog upon the ground, which consumed everything, leaving nothing in its wake. He found himself in the spotlight of the moon’s rays. They lit up his frame and blinded his vision. With his hands on his face, he shaded the brightness enough to see a form walking toward him. Perry? The moonbeams softened their touch and smoothed out the brightness, casting a more realistic glow over the area. Perry stepped forward in human form wearing hunting clothes and sporting a bloody best friend necklace around his neck. The fur on his neck stood tall, and he growled at the man before him. “What have you done with her? I will kill you.” He shook with rage and an inferno ignited within him.
