Emily could not move.Not would not — every signal her brain sent to her legs, her arms, her fingers curled into the mud, arrived and simply went nowhere, like a phone ringing in an empty house. She lay there in the rain, half-propped on one elbow, staring up at the broad black shoulders of the wolf that had just spoken a word no wolf should know how to say.It hadn't moved either. Not away from her.It had turned.Where a heartbeat ago its enormous body had loomed directly over her, now it stood between her and the ring of glowing red eyes closing in through the trees, head low, hackles raised, a wall of muscle and fur angled outward like a shield. The creature that had chased her through half the forest, that had torn a man apart in front of her, was now positioned like it would tear apart anything that came near her instead.None of it made sense. None of it was supposed to be happening at all.More shapes peeled out of the darkness — four, then six, then more than Emily could coun
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