Nothing much to say here .
On with the story then.
Chapter 6.
Waking with a start, Fenrir was sweating profusely. Just a dream, just a dream. No worries, boy., he thought to himself. Fenrir stood up, his muscles strained, and went to the small kitchen in his house to get a glass of water. As he was pouring water into a mug, his eyes caught an orange glow from his window. He went to it and wiped the window with his hands. The scene in front of it froze his nerves.