I slowly move forward, to take a closer look, as I slip my phone back in my bag. I’m a little relieved to see it’s not a big wolf. The wolf is the size of a small child and has light brown fur or it could be black as I can’t tell in the dim light. The light catches against the large dagger, stuck in its back leg. I hear him whine as he looks up at me with dark eyes, I don’t feel like he could attack me if he tried, so I carefully move closer. I know how dangerous it is and Alex would kill me for this but there’s a reason I wanted to be a vet. I love helping animals, I’ve been helping injured animals since I was a little girl and I brought home a cat that had been run over. So there’s no way I can leave this wolf now, no matter how foolish I might seem.

"Hey you, look I’m a vet,” I say in a calm soothing voice and then think to myself that I should leave out the in training part.

“I can help you but you can't hurt me or I will have to leave you alone, alright?" I say gently, hoping my calming tone of my voice soothes him enough that he will trust me. The wolf must be smart because I swear he is listening to every word and hasn’t growled at me once yet. He might be someone’s pet, as he doesn’t seem to be scared of me like most wild animals are of humans. I don’t know why I’m suddenly calling this wolf he; it might be a girl for all I know.

The wolf whines at me, so I take that as a yes. I know I can't take him to a vet or they might put him down. Even if he is tame, most vets won’t help him. The wolf is a wild animal that is usually hunted in other countries but I can't just do nothing. My mom would be going mad right now, like the time I brought home another injured cat, that was a local stray, and it chased me around the house when it woke up trying to bite me. That cat was not thankful for my help.

I crouch down on my knees, carefully turning my phone light on to look closer. The wolf is nearly all black, as I run a hand over his fur and pull it back because he is mostly covered in blood. I know I need to pull this dagger out and then get him inside to stitch it up. I’m lucky I have some stuff in my emergency medical box that I can use.

"Alright handsome wolf, I'm going to pull this out and then get you inside to my apartment. I can stitch this up for you.” I say to him, I swear that he actually blinks at me in as an answer.

“Please don't hurt me for this," I mutter and quickly pull it out with a shaky hand and he yelps loudly. I’m surprised when he doesn’t growl at me but I could swear little tears are coming out his eyes as he crashes to the ground.

"Shush, I'm so sorry little wolf," I say gently as I stroke his neck. He passes out after a few minutes, which is likely from all the blood loss. I’m hoping he is strong enough to make it through this because I have no idea how much blood he could have lost getting here. I stand up, looking down at the wolf and think about my options quickly. I know with him unconscious, I think I can get him back to mine without him making too much noise or distress for this poor creature. I look at the knife in my hand, its heavy and I think its real silver as it shines in the moonlight, the blood dripping off it looking unnatural and scary. It has unusual drawings all over it, that I don’t recognise but they look very much like crowns. I put it in my handbag with my phone, shutting off the light. I'm lucky I'm a little strong because half carrying the large wolf the short walk to my ground floor apartment nearly killed me. I eventually get to my door, opening it before carrying the wolf into my lounge.                                                                                                               I lean against the wall, getting my breath back and look down at my red dress, covered in blood and stuck to me in sweat. I put the lights on and walk out to grab the first aid box off out the kitchen. When I come back In, I scream.

I must be going crazy because where I left the wolf, there is now a young boy around eight curled up in a ball, with a mop of black hair with blonde tips covering his face and he’s naked. I rush over to him, seeing how pale he is and looking around for the wolf in my small lounge. The front door is shut, so I know he didn’t get out but as soon as I'm close the boy, his body shakes before he shifts into the black wolf.

I scream again, dropping the box on the floor and just stare at the still passed out little wolf.    

What the hell? I know I’m having a really bad night but I really didn’t think I had gone completely mad. I slide to the floor staring at the wolf and I remember some weird things. Like all the books I read as a teenager about werewolves, and now there is a real one in my living room. Who knew they were actually real, and I should be running out the room screaming. The image of the small boy appears in my mind as I look at the wolf, and I realise that I don’t care what he is, he needs my help.

I eventually calm myself down; knowing that the wolf is only a child and needs my help no matter what he is, helps me do that. I go closer to see the stab wound, and I’m surprised it is looking better, as it’s nearly all sealed up. I decide to grab a blanket from my room and cover the wolf up to the neck, just in case he turns again. I’m guessing the fast healing must be a wolf thing. I do eventually think of the downside of having a supernatural creature in my house, What if others like him, come looking for the child and think I hurt him? I should run but I don’t because I can’t leave a child, without knowing for certain he is ok.

I've always been the type to do a massive cleaning when I'm stressed and Alex is the kind that cooks everything like my mum does, but Alex doesn’t make anything edible or without a high risk of food poisoning. I get some bleach and water then start scrubbing the floor up to the door, where there is blood and outside my door too before locking it. 

I check on the wolf and I'm not that surprised to see it’s the boy again but still looks like he is sleeping. I go to my room, taking off the now blood covered dress and putting on some casual clothes. I avoid looking at myself in the mirror because that would make this night way to real for me and I want some answers from the boy before I do that.

I get a wash cloth out my bathroom, getting it a little wet before going to the boy. 

"Hey, I'm just going to clean you up a little," I say to him, even if he isn't awake, I’m hoping he can hear me. I can still hear his yelp when I pulled that dagger out, who would hurt a little child like that?

I clean his face and then his shoulders. I lift the blanket to look at the dagger wound on his lower leg. It's nearly all healed, so I clean it up carefully and put a bandage on it before covering his leg up again.

I sit down on the couch, looking at the boy, wondering what the hell to do. It's not like I can call a doctor to explain I have a wolf that changes in to a boy sometimes. I eventually lie down on my couch and drift off to sleep.