The dark street was hardly illuminated by the small lights. The houses were quiet, its inhabitants sleeping in their beds. No one was awake, so no one saw the man walking quickly. He held a small package to his chest, its contents unknown.
He quickened his pace once he got to the end of the street, near an old Victorian house. The man hustled up the steps, his breath forming in front of him in the winter air.
He knocked sharply on the door, after a brief hesitation.
Soon, footsteps were heard inside. They weren't the footsteps of any shoes, though. Sweat collected on the man's brow, and he gulped nervously.
The door swung open, and a dark wolf stood there. Its blood red eyes showed hatred and intelligence. The wolf had somehow opened the door with it's teeth, or maybe something else was happening.
"Welcome, Eugiene" the wolf said, a smirk somehow seen on its furry face. "Come in, come in"
The man, Eugiene gulped, than nodded. "Yes, master" he followed the wolf into the house, clutching the package closer to him.
The wolf jumped onto a ripped up couch, then turned to Eugiene.
"What have you brought?" he snarled, baring his teeth.
"T-T-The package, sir"
"Very good" The wolf said, nodding in approval. "Did you get both halves?"
"W-W-What?" Eugiene stammered. "Both?"
"Are you telling me?" the wolf hissed. "You didn't get both?"
"Y-Yes, master" he said, looking at the floor.
"Look at me when you speak!" Eugiene snapped his head up. "Find me the other half!"
"Yes, master" he said.
"Get it, before I tear you're throat out!" Eugiene nodded, than quickly placed the package on the small table. He was out the door before the wolf could say anything else.
The wolf smirked to himself.
"That will get him out of the way" he growled. The wolf stood up on his hind legs, but instead of falling down onto the floor, his body shook and began to change shape. The wolf's snout shrunk, and his large ears disappeared.
A man now stood there, smiling to himself once again.
"Now I must get rid of any trespassers" The man/wolf hissed, turning his still red eyes to a misty haze near the door. Then he leaped through the air, directly at the mist.
Aiden shot up in his bed, clutching the sheets. His breath was coming out in short gasps. He slowly calmed down, then his hazel eyes began to droop once again. But he shook his head. Aiden wasn't going back to sleep after that. His room was better then the wolf-man.
He looked outside at the dark night sky, and sighed.
Aiden stood up and walked to his bedroom mirror. He ran his fingers through his messy brown hair and sighed again. Dreams like this were keeping him up every night know. Aiden didn't tell his parents about these dream, they'd just try to comfort him, and fail.
He reached his hand up to touch the charm hanging around his neck. Aiden's grandfather had given him that, telling him to never take it off. Aiden listened to him.
The charm was very mysterious. It had broken in half long ago, (As his grandfather said) and the other side was never found. It was a wolf's head, or at least half of it.
Aiden didn't want to sleep, for it was hard not to think about his charm. He stumbled over to his laptop, and started searching about his charm, like he did almost every day. Aiden never found anything.
He didn't have any luck this time, either. But he did find an article about strange noises heard from the neighboring towns. But foolishly, he shrugged it off.
Aiden never knew that those sounds meant something big.