My heart pounded heavily in my ears as the wolf’s long snout grew closer, soon touching my scalp.
There was buildup of tension in my muscles that was released through an uncontrollable jerk.
With its mouth pressed tightly, baring a set of white, long teeth, a low growl echoed amongst the room.
Enemy. Untrustworthy. Intruder.
It could mean a plethora of words. And they definitely weren’t good ones.
“Rise,” Max instructs.
Against my will, I stiffly raised my gaze on the fiendish devils.
Upon second glance, they appeared to uphold a stately aura with their grey fur brushed out their faces and fangs that extended above their lips.
They continued to instinctively growl at their newfound threat as most wolves tended to do.
Some of the sounds translated to crude swear words yet most were
