Children's Fiction

Something he said made me panic. I looked up. He was staring straight at me. Did he know my secret?

On the third night the worst nightmare - the very worst - invaded my dreams. Loping behind me was a gigantic wolf, its jaws snapping together and tearing off bits of my flesh. There was no blood. No pain. But bit by bit he swallowed chunks of my body until nothing of Angela Laxness remained.
