The wolf walked past the offering and circled me. He sniffed the air, and from the corner of my eye, I saw it lick its nose. Muscles rippled under his coat, which shined like silver in the moonlight. If I wasn’t terrified, I would’ve found him beautiful. But all I could think of was that he was about to eat me. “At the end of the ritual, if the wolves approved of the dance, the wolves consumed the witch’s flesh.” What do they do if they don’t approve of the dance? Or if the witch is an i***t and makes eye contact with a wolf? The wolf continued to circle me, smelling the air. My heart raced, and I worried I would pass out.
The other wolves had gone silent, and I could barely see one watching us from the meadow. The enormous wolf, who was now close enough for me to tell was male, stopped i
