I freeze in place, unable to even move a finger.
The Gaian wolf is dead.
What follows is footsteps, drawing closer to Ludmia.
They speak in Russian, words I wish I knew.
If only it was Spanish.
'Abigail, can we go now?' Caroline asks, fear evident in her mind's voice.
I turn to her, further finding fear in her gaze and demeanor.
I nod my head, then I take the lead, being the first to move ahead.
'Kill the wolves spying on us.' My soul forgets me upon hearing those words, and what follows is a ravenous thudding of rapid footsteps.
'RUN!' I scream and we dash away.
Why did we come here? Dammit.
'The cabins, they're so far.' Caroline says, dread filling her tone.
'We'll make it.' Is what I say, but what follows to contradict my encouragement is a werewolf, eating up the distance between us in mere seconds.
'Sh*t!' Caroline blurts, as she too feels him inching closer to us by the second.