Surrounded by Wolves
Grace growled again, this time, the sound more menacing and the wolf growled right back.
And then I knew. I realized why it stared at me with laughter in its eyes. I was wrong to think Grace’s growling sounded menacing. To this wolf, it must have sounded like a whining pup because when the beast in front of me opened its mouth, a sound that shook the ground filled the air. I found myself ducking even as Grace flinched, taking a step back and lowering her head despite every fibre of my being screaming against showing deference. My teeth gnashed and I fought the force making me lower my head. And as I raised my head, a sigh fell from my lips.