HAYLEY
They say fear sharpens your senses.
Fuck no, it doesn't.
My entire body feels limp and I stagger backward, stumbling over a rock—or fright—as I hit the forest grounds.
The black wolf steps forward, its fur rustling with every move. I thrash backward, my feet flailing uselessly as I scramble away from the beast… until my back hits a tree. I'm cornered. Panic skitters across my skin, racing from my forearms all the way up to my neck.
The huge beast strides to meet me by the foot of the tree, then stops. It lowers its head to my crumpled figure and leans in, sniffing the air around me. I squeeze my eyes shut and turn away as another hot breath steams over my face. Suddenly the wolf straightens, jerking back for a second and shaking its head, like it's trying to ward off bugs.
