I watch the mace go flying out of my hand because the wolf -- THE WOLF -- batted it away.
"What the fuck?" My voice comes out in a shriek, one that's almost painful to my own ears. I can't believe this is happening. It all has to be some weird fever dream, maybe I walked into Narnia or something in the park. I don't know, what the hell else can explain the fact that this wolf isn't trying to rip me apart right now.
Somehow I think the wolf wants me to follow it, and I know it won't be as easy (...ish) to get away from it as I got away from the mugger.
I tug my arm anyway, desperation behind the move because I know even if I get free, there's no way I can outrun the thing.
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I watch the mace go flying out of my hand because the wolf -- THE WOLF -- batted it away.
"What the fuck?" My voice comes out in a shriek, one that's almost painful to my own ears. I can't believe this is happening. It all has to be some weird fever dream, maybe I walked into Narnia or something in the park. I don't know, what the hell else can explain the fact that this wolf isn't trying to rip me apart right now.
Somehow I think the wolf wants me to follow it, and I know it won't be as easy (...ish) to get away from it as I got away from the mugger.
I tug my arm anyway, desperation behind the move because I know even if I get free, there's no way I can outrun the thing.