Diana’s POV
I stumbled down the hallway, clutching my chest like it might stop my heart from tearing through her ribs.
The growls, those terrible, inhuman growls, still echoed in my ears.
I slammed open my parents’ door.
“Mom! Dad!’ I shouted. ‘There’s something outside! Wolves! Huge wolves, fighting!”
My father sat up, groggy but alert. “What do you mean wolves?”
“I saw them, from my window, two massive wolves!” I said breathlessly. “They’re not normal wolves, they’re the size of bears. I swear.”
My father swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up fully. “I’m calling animal control.”
“No!” I grabbed his arm tightly. “Take your gun. Please, Dad. Just take it.”
He hesitated, stunned by the raw panic in my voice.
Without another word, he opened the locked drawer beside his
