My breath caught, afraid any sound or any form of movement would make the beast launch straight at us. Maybe this was a childhood fairytale story?
"Back away slowly."
I had almost forgotten about Carter. I listened to the sound of his voice and obeyed his command. I avoided the glance of the wolf, its red eyes reminding me too much of a horror story that a maid I once knew used to tell; ironic. I cringed as I noticed the white, foamy substance dripping from its razor sharp teeth. At that moment, reality seemed taller than any tale.
"Carter," I whispered his name, trying to ignore the beast shadowing our movements. He did not dare take his eyes off the creature, almost as if that assured him that it was real.
"It is rabid." The words were barely audible as they left my mouth.
I thought
