Max woke up to a strange group of beasts waiting to devour them.

He yapped as one of them bit down into his neck, thrashing him around and tearing his fur. He howled in agony as the wolf attacked him.

"Help!" His friends were still sound asleep, their breathing was peaceful and slow, as he was struggling to keep himself alive as more wolves came up to him with their teeth bared, snarling at him.

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"HEY!" They still slept.

One wolf scratched Max, tearing his flesh, while another bit deep down into his fur, pulling it apart as Max screamed.

The pain was unbearable.

Max suddenly blacked out, then woke up again to a snout touching his face. He gasped.

"Hey, hey, you're alright. It's just me." Zackary said.

"Max, you had a nightmare!" Matthew mentioned.

No shit, he thought.