The cruel truth

When my vision became less blurry, I saw a grey wolf lying right next to me. It was embracing me with its warmth. Its large tail covered half of my small body like a blanket. It was huge, yet I didn't fear it. Furthermore, I somehow knew its name, a male human name. His name was Ezra. He was the wolf that protected me from the cold of the night.

I sat on the ground observing him. My faint movements woke him up. He raised his large head, stroking my cheeks with his furry forehead and ears. That tickled and made me laugh. He fawned over me. I could barely remember when I felt such happiness and peace. It was almost like I was being loved and cherished by someone. I hugged his huge neck and sank into his fur. For the first time since I lived in the orphanage, I felt safe…

We didn't use words to communicate, yet I knew that he had to go before anyone woke up and that I would meet him again in the evening. It was as if I could hear his thoughts. I said goodbye to him, the