Her mind went white with panic. She backed away, hand rising instinctively to cover her mouth, trying to stop the scream clawing up her throat. The wolf's growl deepened, agitated by her retreat, and she realized with rising horror that it saw her as prey.Someone, please—anyone, please, save me.It snarled, muscles coiling, red eyes locked on her, and lunged.Marcela screamed."Oh, Lord, I am dead," she gasped, her whole body trembling, bracing for pain that never came.Instead, a howl tore through the night air, raising every hair on her arms. Out of the darkness, a huge brown wolf crashed between her and her attacker, shielding her with its own body.She stared, stunned. This one was even larger than the first and, absurdly, beautiful. “Beautiful?” She almost laughed at herself. What is wrong with me, thinking something so dangerous is beautiful? But nothing had made sense since that first wolf, since that voice on the plane that still haunted her.The two wolves circled each other
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