He began to walk toward her, his steps deliberate and menacing, the rock clenched in his fist. Daniella’s fear spiked, her mind racing for an escape, but her body was frozen with dread. Just as he was close enough for her to smell the stale scent of sweat and dirt on him, a sudden, deafening howl pierced through the quiet of the forest.
Out of the shadows the wolf came charging, his massive form emerging with a ferocity that sent a shiver through Daniella’s spine. The wolf’s growl was low and menacing, vibrating with primal rage as it advanced towards the traveler.