Madrid, 2020Blackwheel's legs bent in the only open space he had, his feet searching for some space in the open floor above him. It was as if he was upside down, facing the ceiling. It was as if he was opposing gravity. Carefully, he turned and planted his feet on the ground. Then, as he felt a hand around his neck squeezed tighter, he closed his eyes and extended his legs like a cow that had been caught cheating. The carpet shifted, ever so slightly, but enough for him avoid touching the floor.He woke up and rubbed his face."What just happened to me?" Blackwheel asked himself as he managed to stand up from the bed and move.Outside, he felt the cold hit his body in quick movements. Then, without thinking about who was around him, who was staring at him, he pulled his shirt and kept it on the ground.Trying to build some heat by rubbing his hands together and wondering why he was feeling cold despite being a werewolf, he stayed outside for about
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