Night Wolves
After hitting it a few times, it finally stopped.
My knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel so hard, willing for this to have just been a bad dream... my worst nightmare.
Shaking violently as tears streamed down my face, I suddenly remembered the gray wolf. "Please, don't be dead. Please, don't be dead," I chanted, grabbing my medical bag. Then I slowly slid out of the car, afraid to look. When I peeked over the hood, the wolf lifted its massive head, surprising me with the intelligence I saw there and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it was still alive.
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