He spun around and walked away, feeling an icy dread ooze over him. He knew well the brewing of a storm one he wasn't sure any of them would survive.
The attack came first just before dawn. One howl echoed through the forest, then the sound of footsteps: hundreds of them, treading swiftly toward the mansion.
Ethan was on his feet in a flash racing to the window. What he saw made his blood run cold.
Dozens of wolves emerged from the treeline, their eyes glowing in the early morning light. They moved deadly in unison around the mansion, not straying an inch. The Moon Shadow Pack was here, and they were ready for war.
Ethan turned his tail to flee from the room, his heart pounding, shouting orders to the pack, "Everyone, to your positions! They're here!"
In other words, scram
