It feels like I'm watching this moment of my life in slow motion. The white wolf, beautiful as the moon, locks jaws with a creature of disease and death. The creature hardly stands a chance against such a powerful king of his people, displaying what true brutality looks like. I cringe at the black goo oozing from the creature's injuries. It couldn't have been more than a second later and another skinwalker breaks from the forest density at an all out scrambling run. Then another and another, with ear piercings shrieks that raise the hair on my neck. They rip into the mighty white wolf, sinking infested teeth into his strong tall body as he twists and turns, viciously attacking them in dire attempts to keep them off his back. I don't move a single muscle, my mind warped with indecision. I s
