I woke up to something cold and wet on my neck, I slowly lifted my eyelids to see a dark figure next to me.
My heart jumped and I practically flew out of my bed, a whimper came from the shape. I turned my lap on, only to see a small golden wolf.

Destynee.

I sat next to the bright fured wolf, she looked up at me, her brown eyes were a mixture of fear and panic. A look someone might have after they had a nightmare, she scooted next to me.
"D. did you have a bad dream?" I asked, she only whimpered.
"I can't understand you, you know that," She looked up at me and a light outlined her body, she quickly morphed back into her small child form, she was wearing her disney princess night gown but she still had the fear in her eyes, I wrapped my arms around her tiny body.

"I'm scared," She wisperd, at first I thought it might be because of the basement, she's seen enough horror movies with me and Andy to know that basements are the most scarry place, but it wasn't my room that she was scared about, in fact she was comfortable down here.
"What are you scared about?" I asked, playing with the ends of her loose curls.
"My dream," She pushed herself into me more and I squeezed her.

"What happend in your dream?"
"I was out hunting, there was this big daddy dear and I decided to go after it but I smelt blood and I looked down and there was a trail of red so I fallowed it, and then I saw a man. He had dark hair and black eyes, he was holding a small boy in his arms. He looked up at me and had blood on his lips and he hissed at me. He had fangs and there was a bite mark on the little boy, I think he was dead. The vampire dropped the boy and started to come after me so I ran away, but he got me and he started to drink my blood." She said quickly then started to cry again.

There are myths in my family about vampires, we never had to worry about them since they seeked human blood but they still would kill our fellow friends and if we were in our human form, we had a chance at being victims, my ansestors had a word for it, but I don't know how to speak the language, but in translation; they were evil demons. The myths are true however, yet the last few generations of wolfs never seen one. We also had another myth, one not so horrific. Werewolves, our cousins in a way. Again no one in my entire family had seen them, but this myth seems more true then rest. After all we do turn into wolves.