Written Wolf

     I finally set down my pen. Night had arrived long ago. So concentrated I was writing that I forgot to turn on the light, but when I read it, I knew it was perfect. I rolled the parchment and put it in my bag, the quill and the ink were put in the bag too. I prepared my clothes and descended to eat something. When I returned to my room, I fell fast asleep. The next day, I saw with horror I had woken up late. I dressed up quickly and paid. As I went out I put on my cloak and mounted. I hurried my horse and soon found myself galloping towards the ruins...

   "I'm sorry I was this late but-"
   "Did you bring it?"
   "Y-yes" I descended from my horse, which simply stood there, eating grass lazily.
   "Come here"
 
   I wasn't anymore sure I wanted to do this, but approached however. He was annoyingly tall and thin, though very strong. When I entered the rock circle, I saw everything had been disposed. The fur, the fang...
I placed the ink and another roll of parchment around to complete the circle, and couldn't help noticing that he stood cautiously far from it. I wondered wether it was dangerous.

   "Are you ready?" He sounded as though he wanted to finish it fast, but I didn't blame him. Just then, he said what I was expecting him to say for the last time, though I'd liked that he respected my decision.

   "Don't do it!"
   I slowly turned around and looked at him to the eyes. A tear crossing my face, I answered him blankly.

   "Yes, I will." Now it was his turn to cry. "It's not a goodbye!" But he didn't seem to care.
   "I don't care! I- I thought I my opinion counted as well!"
   "Well, it does, but I made my mind already"

   Just then, about a dozen wolves came out of the surrounding woods. They began to howl loudly, as if they were impatient. He hugged me with more strength that I was expecting, but returned the hug. Wipping off a tear, I turned myself as he cried, accepting what was going to happen and knowing I wouldn't change my mind.

  "Do it."

   The wolves began to howl even louder. He began to read the parchment I'd written the night before. The fang, the fur, the parchment and the ink began to shine, and the last thing I saw was him nodding, tears crossing his face as he finished reading. Then everything became black. When I woke up, he was by my side with the mouth open in surprise. I couldn't believe it, I'd done it. I sat and stared down at myself. I was now white and gray. I laughed, but all that came out was a bark. I stood up, wagging my new tail. I put my huge paw on his knee, and went to the forest, where my ancient family lived. I was returning home, after all this time...