I waited for the wolf to strike. Imagining that it would be tearing me in two as I’d witnessed one of them do to the guards at my house in Hamstead. He stepped ever closer, one paw at a time, bypassing my throat and looking me directly in my face as the moonlight cast his head in shadows. He growled, low and menacingly, sniffing either side of my head.
I shut my eyes tight as saliva dripped from his fangs onto my face. Suddenly, the wolf let out a high pitched howl that sent waves of chills over my body. I told myself that it would all be over soon.
However, he backed off and I opened my eyes as two men collected me from the ground and held me in place. I looked beyond the wolf and the men on the chance that somebody, anybody could help us. Everything seemed bright and then darkly beautiful bathed in the bright white of the full moon.