GAME OF ALPHAS
I pressed, anxiety and alarm coiling in my gut as I tried to grasp the concept of what was happening.
The static followed again. “Oh shit. Speak up!” I shouted, wanting to slam the phone as I closed my eyes tightly, forcing myself to concentrate, but suddenly, through the chaos, Mr Wilson’s voice broke through again—a strained shout, raw with fear, filled his tone. “Luna! They’re coming! Red Wolves—Ahhhhh!” His scream pierced through the phone, followed by a cacophony of chaos—growls, snarls, the static increasing to a deafening crescendo, and then...
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