“Shh—what was that?” Mr. X hisses.
I surge to my feet. “Hey, I gotta pee,” I announce in a loud voice. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Sit the f**k down.”
I walk forward. Maybe I took stupid pills, I don’t know. Maybe I was just so sure help was coming. I underestimated how trigger-happy and dangerous these men were.
Guy points his pistol at my chest. Stu—like a crazy man—jumps in front of me and takes the bullet just as the blast rings in my ears. I watch him fall, see the life slip from his eyes.
Damn. Stu just died for me.
Chaos erupts everywhere as the metal garage door shoves open and a pack of giant wolves flood in.
Guns fire. Bullets fly. Above the terrible ringing in my ears, I hear the whine of wolves being struck and the scream of men attacked by the beasts’ snapping jaws.
Thoug
