#Chapter292 Dawn
Like a black wave of ants coming out of pores of broken wood. In the distance a sea of fast—moving terror comes our way at speed, like inky black spill on the sea. Our own wolves realize they are being met almost halfway to the mountain and are on the aggressive defensive and coming like bats out of hell, snarls and howls echoing around us in a blood curling way.
Faster… close the gap, don't let them get far
I link and push the pack onwards, knowing I'm asking them to run harder, to ignore their own fear, when they're probably already at full pelt. I need to make sure we get closer than this, but they're coming at us sooner than I thought they would.