Between wakefulness and sleep

I had a fantasy of being back in that car again driving up that road with him. When he reached over and touched me I transformed into a wolf-headed creature, licked his face with eager anticipation. He shivers in pleasure, and then I eat him, tearing him into chunks starting from his cheek.

I wish I had gotten old enough, right before his eyes, until I could threaten him (if only I had gotten old enough and wise enough to gather evidence). We would sit closely together one day, at a family dinner in some restaurant. I'd put my hand on his thigh under the table, lean in close to him and whisper, I could destroy you and everyone you love.