Chapter 1: when he comes
Dreams are funny. They dig deep inside your brain, and pull out what you fear, what you love, or even things that you had no clue were true. Sure sometimes it could be completely out of the blue and crazy, but every dream has it’s meaning.
That’s the explanation I was given from my grandma when I told her I was having dreams of the devil. 
No forreal, the actual Devil, but he didn’t have hooves, or horns poking out of his head. 
So how do I know he was the Devil? Well, I was about 11 when I first dreamed of him. I was sitting in a beautiful field and playing with my own little wolf, I had a fascination of…