"...and they lived happily ever after," Granny concluded the story. She would always use the same phrase whenever she narrated fairy tales and mythologies, but I thought it was just bullshit to trick those naive people into thinking that life was wonderful. Life was never perfect nor amazing. Period.
I stood up and stretched. Listening to a senile old lady telling stories for over an hour was mentally exhausting. She was already settled into her bed, snuggled up with a dog plushie my late Granda gifted her, and I covered her with a comforter to keep her warm. She dozed off almost immediately. Quietly, I tiptoed around the studio, gathered my stuffs and left.
It was late. The full moon accompanied me as I made my way home. A howl sent shivers down my spine. Oh, no. I thought. Picking up the pace, I tried not to panic as adrenaline rush kicked in. Footsteps were approaching. I started running. Suddenly, something tackled me onto the floor.
Luckily, I managed to break the fall before my face came in contact with the ground. It was a close call, yet I scraped my palms and knees. I struggled, but the weight on my back wouldn't budge. Instead, I was awarded with something wet near my temple. The damn dog licked me!
***
The canine was escorting me home - his tail nestled between his legs after I berated him. It was quiet except for the pad-pad-pad sound the dog made. I was sitting on his back, since I was injured. Once I got home, I shut the door at his face. He whined in protest. I turned on my Spotify to drown out his voice. There was nothing else to do except to wait until sunrise.
Dawn came. When I unlocked the door, I was just in time to see the huge dog morphed into a human. There were scars on his face - the reason he turned into a werewolf in the first place. I reached up to pat his head and vowed to break the curse at all costs. Even though he was a creature during full moon, he would always be my beloved little brother.
