“No. No!” I snap at myself as I skid to a stop.
I’m no defenseless doe and I’m not going down without a fight. Desperately, I look for a rock but spot a branch that’s about as thick as my arm and twice as long.
Yes, finally!
Hope surges in my chest and I blink back the tears in my eyes that threaten to cloud my line of sight. I snatch up my weapon and swing around, the branch clutched in my hands, just as a massive gray and black wolf skulks through the shadowed trunks surrounding us. It stops less than ten feet in front of me and stares.
I look for any outward indication that the fucker is rabid, but it looks entirely too calm and calculated. Eerily so.
Three other wolves stalk from the shadows to join the first. Are they stalking me because they smell the blood on my head? From where I was hit?
My heart pounds and my hands shake as I take them in. They’re massive. Their heads are almost even with my chest. And their movements are so deliberate. I’ve never seen anything like it, and my gut is screaming that this isn’t normal.
Instinct tells me to keep eye contact and try to scare them away with loud noises, but there’s something in the way they’re watching me that tells me that isn’t going to work. There’s an unnerving intelligence in their multi-colored eyes, colors that wolves don’t have in the wild.
A wolf with glowing cobalt-blue eyes, a white coat, and one slate-colored ear creeps closer. Its head is low and its gaze focused. A deep growl rumbles from the beast, and I tighten my hold on the branch and get ready to swing for all I’m worth.
“Fucking try it and I’ll bash your ugly face in!” I snarl as the huge wolf prowls confidently closer.
My head pounds and my legs shake, but I promise myself right here and now that I’m going to make it through this. It might not be all in one piece, but I will survive…no matter what.
The other three wolves move to flank me on either side, and I tighten my grip on the branch, stepping back to try and keep them all where I can see them. This elicits growls from each of the beasts, and the white one tenses and crouches like it’s about to leap for me.
This is it.
With a determined glare, I swing up into a batting position, ready for the fucker.
A thunderous crash sounds from my left, and I whip around, suddenly terrified that a wolf I didn’t notice is about to sink its teeth into my throat.
My entire nervous system pulses like a strobe light, and I yelp in shock when an even bigger wolf than these four lands less than five feet away from me. I have no idea where he leapt from, though I see the bushes surrounding him tremble when his paws hit the ground. He towers over the other beasts, which should be impossible.
Holy shit, he’s a monster.
All my gratitude toward the universe shrivels up like a raisin in the heat of the sun as the massive wolf springs forward. I flinch but brace myself.
At this point, my only hope is that my end is quick.
To my utter astonishment, the new monster doesn’t aim for me.
No.
The colossal red and gray wolf slams into the encroaching white wolf, and all hell breaks loose.
A cacophony of snarls bounces off the trees all around me. And like an idiot, I stand there completely dumbfounded as I watch the giant wolf bite the white one. He doesn’t shake his head like a natural predator would. No, he throws the white wolf, sending it sailing through the air, farther than should be possible. My horrified awe at his strength doesn’t even have time to kick in before he’s spinning just in time to meet an attack from another wolf.
A gargantuan black and gray beast charges me from the right, and I scream as I swing my branch at it. Anger fuels the hit, and my makeshift bat slams into the wolf’s muzzle. The contact jars me, but I hold tight to my weapon, satisfied that I showed it I wasn’t going to make this easy.
Take that, you fucker!
Instead of whimpering or flinching at my attack, the wolf turns its head and snaps at the branch, its powerful jaws breaking it in half like it’s nothing more than a matchstick.
No!
For a millisecond, I panic. I didn’t knock the bastard’s head off like I was hoping. I swing again with the smaller branch, not doing much damage but throwing it off balance. Which means it plows into me instead of immediately ripping me apart.
A jolting sting shoots up my spine when I land on my ass, making me suck in a pained breath. Despite the ache radiating through me, I kick at the wolf, nailing it in the leg, as I scramble to get back on my feet. An ungodly growl rips from my lips as I desperately try anything to keep the fucker away from me.
Out of nowhere, three more colossal wolves spill into the fray. The new arrivals attack the original pack. Flashing teeth fill my vision and when the wolves collide the very air seems to vibrate. Growls bombard me and a shiver of terror burrows deep into my chest.
Yes! Fight each other! That’s it!
I scurry to my feet, ready to make another run for it, but one of the fighting pairs crashes into me and I go down again hard. Smashing to the ground on my side, I wail as the menacing creatures tear and claw at each other on top of me. They’re over my legs, jumping, snarling, biting. Saliva flings onto my ankle and I can see every single one of their dagger-like teeth.
There’s no chance I can run now.
I was so close.
Despair slides its fingers over my body as if it relishes every defeatist thought going through my mind.
Covering my head, I try to squeeze into a protective ball while paws and fangs flash, slash, and snap terrifyingly close.
Mom, I’ll see you soon—
Teeth clamp down on my calf, and I scream as agony abruptly rips through my leg. A sharp, crushing pressure shreds through muscle and compresses my bones. It feels like my leg is being dipped in fire.
One of the wolves has me.
“No-no-no-no.” I scream, but all that comes out is a ghost of a sound as my voice abandons me.
A strong tug hauls me out from under the fighting wolves, and I claw desperately at the ground to keep the mongrel from dragging me to my death. My nails bend back painfully until one rips, but I can’t stop the powerful beast from taking me. There’s nothing to hold on to. There’s nothing to stop this thing from ripping me apart.
I flip over to try to kick it with my good leg as I’m yanked away. My cloak is a bloody-looking smear on the ground, as if it’s foreshadowing what’s about to become of me.
Panic rattling every bone in my body, I lash out. With my good leg, I kick at the pitch black wolf, which thankfully makes it let go of my leg to snarl threateningly at me.