ISABEL'S POV
I stood uselessly, just turning around in circles as I tried to figure out what was going on.
The guard’s panicked shouting sent a wave of panic through everyone around me and before you know it the whole place was filled with fear. My stomach twisted in panic as I clutched the gardening spade in my hand, trying to steady myself.
"Secure the pack house?" Marcy whispered, her face pale. "What does he mean by that? What’s out there? Are we going to die?!"
I shook my head, unable to answer. I had no answer to either of her questions. All I knew was that whatever was happening, it wasn’t good. That much was obvious from the fear on the faces of the gaurds.
Before I could dwell on it further, another deafening crash came from the woods, followed by a deep, guttural growl that
