C25 Killer

The next day, I was welcome to the den with open arms.

It was Matthew who opened the door, a broad and dazzling grin on his face. “Hey, Killer,” he said.

I was confused at first. I jolted when I stepped inside to the sound of howling. Several wolves littered the den, their snouts pointed to the ceiling. They crooned at my arrival, their tails wagging, their ears pinned back on their heads