2 years later. . .

I looked around, and saw the wolf in front of me. I gave a low growl, and he ran, returning the threatening noise. I ran towards him, my teeth glinting in the little light in the room. He ran back to me suddenly, and lunged.

"Tag! You're it!" Cou ran away again.

"Coy you moron!" I ran back to him. He had run, so I looked for Angel. I could see her eyes shining, so I ran at her. Angel yelped in surprise as I tapped her roughly in the shoulder. "Tag!"

Angel ran forward. We played the game for hours, until night fell. We padded out of the room, panting and out of breath. We ran into my house, and Coy turned on the TV.

"Darkness of the Wolf, Attack on Wolftan, blah blah blah. Let's watch a movie on Netflix." Coy droned. He clicked the remote, and we argued about what movie to watch.

"Wolf Wars!"

"Dogs and Wolves!"

"The Story of Jeff!"

"That's not even a movie!" We bickered, until we settled on Wolf Wars. We fell asleep during the movie. Next year we would be seniors, but I wasn't worried. I would have my friends. The annoying Coy, and the quiet Angel. Sure, we fought a lot, but that is how a lot of things are. I remembered how my mother was, and the way she lost everything. I'm the opposite.

I gained everything.