The night was eerily quiet, the wind moving through the trees, making them sway gently. Our footsteps were almost silent as we marched through the forest, the melting snow muffling our feet. Goose bumps erupted over my skin as I waited in anticipation. My hands shook at my sides and I clenched them to suppress the movement, making my knuckles crack. The sound was a shock through the silent night, as if it were the only sound in the entire vicinity.
The wind suddenly pick up and howl sounded in the distance, making me shiver in fear. They have arrived. They traveled in numbers, their heavy footsteps pointed against the forest floor. The first wolf broke through the tree line and many followed along behind him, filing into a line, side by side. A few in the middle parted and two familiar fi
