A pair of gleaming yellow eyes. Bristling fur, black as coal.
And a row of teeth like little white knives flashing towards my throat.
I jump off the bench in a heartbeat, and I hear the sharp snap of the wolf’s jaws closing on thin air, in the exact spot I was a moment before.
I land hard on my back, knocking the air from my lungs. For a second everything’s a blur; I see the stars swimming in and out of focus between the swaying tree branches above me.
A shadow moves into my vision, blocking out the starlight.
I need to move. Now.
But before I can spring into action, strong arms are around me, wrapping me up, lifting me onto my feet.
“Are you ok?” A familiar voice asks.
It takes a moment for my vision to clear.
I step back, ready to bolt.
The face I see before me is the last one I expected to see right now.
It’s Robin Hood.