never moon a werewolf Chapter 3

Chapter  
                                                                                                      A Deadly Dream

When I open my eyes again I see lots of flowers in a big field. My first thought  is this heaven? Did the wolves get me?   No ...wait this cant be heaven, heaven  has clouds in it according to cartoons I've  watched and the end of some three stooges episodes.  I suddenly realized Iv seen this very field of flowers before. Oh man, I know this dream to, you don’t usually realize your dreaming but I’ve had this particular dream many times before.  
 
I start to wonder if it was all a dream. Does this mean the wolfs I saw were all a dream too? And I never let the dogs out. And I’m not really fired from the SPCA, so I can still go to the staff picnic were having on Sunday? Which would be so great because there’s always lots of good dessert and great barbecue. All happy thoughts leave  my mind when I see her standing there in front of me. I don't know exactly who she is but I’ve seen her many times before but she always sends a chill down my spine.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 I cant move, I want to but I cant stop staring at her, I'm to afraid to look away and to afraid of what she will do to me if I do look away. I’m waiting for her to move first, finely I cant take it anymore. If I keep looking into those made eyes of her I'm going to die of fear. I need to take a chances. I bolt for it into the woods, I know she’s right behind me. She rights on my heels no matter how fast I run. It's like trying to outrun a train.  I just got to get away from her. I’m  trying not to think about what she will do to me if she catches me. I have no idea what she wants to do but i know it will be bad. she never said what she waited to do to me but I can just tell it will be bad by the look on her faces. If a picture is worth a thousand words then a faces like heres is worth a million. She's getting closer and closer I can feel her hot breath right by my neck ready to snick her teeth in. Then suddenly my legs go out from under me, I don't know if she tripped me or I just fell either way its to late to get up, she on me. 
 
 
 
I wake up with a jolt,covered in sweat and try to catch my breath. God I hate that dream. I only have that dream once or twice a month but once in a lifetime is enough.  After  I whip the sweat away from my head I realizes I’m not in my bed at the orphanage or a foster home like I usual I'm when I have this dream.  I'm  not even in bed I'm  on the the dirt floor in a house I don't even recognizes  and I'm not alone.