Chapter 15
WynLorran spun on his heel, pulling Wyn behind him. A growl, sounding feral and full of teeth, came from the shadows.
Nothing good lurked in the shadows.
“Stay behind me,” he ordered and held the rifle at the ready.
A creature emerged from the trees, all compact muscle and slinking motion. Crouching, Wyn had trouble judging the size of the animal.
Big. Way big.
It had the face of a wolf with a long snout. With tusks at the corners of the mouth, the upper lip curled back in a snarl. The body reminded her of a bear with thick trunks for legs and massive shoulders. Muscles shifted under brown, speckled fur as it pawed the ground.
Lorran fired a warning shot into the ground. The animal’s ears went flat as it stepped back. It rose onto its back legs, finally giving them an ide
