IN THE DARK

Upon arriving at Henry's house, Hannah and I attached suppressors to our gun muzzles, armed ourselves, and donned ammunition pouches. After sharing a deep breath, we exchanged nods before cautiously exiting the car. The pedestrian gate stood ajar, allowing us to enter quietly. As we neared the mansion, the ominous snarls of wolves reached our ears. "Hannah, hold on," I whispered, directing my gun toward the source of the snarling – the side of the house.

"What do you hear?" Hannah asked, aiming her gun in the opposite direction.

"Wolves," I answered.

Three white wolves lurked out of the dark, their eyes glaring red. Their mouth was opened, with saliva slowly trickling down their teeth. These wolves were about four feet tall and had large fangs like pythons.

Hannah shivered and said, "What in the world! What are we going to do?"

"Don't shoot. Let them make the first move," I answered. "They want us to run out of ammo before they kill us."