Chapter Twenty

Nola

“We're friends snow white. Aren't we now Johhny?” The taller one mused and I knew immediately that they were everything but friends.

“Why yes! We only want to play. Will you play with us, Snow White?” The orange-haired man cackled and a bolt of fear zapped my heart off rhythm.

Rogue wolves. I knew what they were now. I’d known of them the way pups knew of the boogeymen in their night terrors.

“Get away from me.” I stammered, taking a step back as they hulked closer to me and swearing loudly when my feet squelched audibly into the mud bog and I pulled it out without so much as a glance back.

“Oh, this one has a dirty mouth! Not all white are ya now?” The tall bushy looking man snorted, his bug eyes fixing in the crevice between my legs as he licked the thin line of his blackened lips, to my horror. The ugly shine of a dirty silver tooth glinting in the dark hole he used as a mouth.

“We've seen you ya know. Up in yer little tower.” Orange-head johnny sneered, slapping me on the arm