Lucas woke up with a gasp, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he clutched it, eyes squeezed shut.
"Just a dream, Lucas," he whispered to himself, trying to steady his breathing. "It was just a dream!"
But the image of the hairless wolf flashed before him, sending a shiver down his spine. The thought of actually becoming a bald wolf, stripped of his powerful fur and reduced to that ridiculous, shiny creature, made his skin crawl. He ran a hand through his own hair, feeling the familiar texture of his thick locks, reassuring himself it was still there.
He shook his head, trying to shake off the bizarre vision. "I almost became a bald wolf," he muttered, half in disbelief, half in amusement. He couldn't help but chuckle.
