CALL ON A DISTANT PACK

fast. Her hands shook wildly, the sheets wrapping around her legs as if holding onto her. She lay there

e world. The room was quiet, still, and silent, with no sound but her rapid breathing and the squ

oks on the table-but tonight, nothing was right. She couldn't think: the

she knew it

elt like she was being watched. Wait. And the wolves... She had never seen one l

took her feet off the bed and placed them on the cold floor. She tried to breathe, to calm down. She walked to the window, gripping t

lear in the moonlight. Usually, it was quiet; you could just watch the trees whisper in the wind.

ds began to become soft and distant, like the howling of a distant wind. Then the noise grew louder and faster. It star

made him j

st the light, worry written all over his face. The same expression he alwa

ng had stopped, still shaky. She couldn't explain. "Yes. Just..." It was a bad dream. She didn't believe

"It wasn't just a dream," he said. Steve raised an e

't like she knew them. The trees were different. Wonderful. Very close. And the wolves... He paused, feeling

red out the window with his eyes closed. Then he asked, "Are you

ring out at the night. "I don't know," he finally said

cream ripped through the air, closer this

he ordered in

sked breathlessly. "Wolves d

Steve replied, h

r, visibly nervous. "But I di

ght again, sharp and urgen

her hand and pulling her toward the door.

turn

ounding. She said nothing. She didn't nee

s echoed around them, coming from all sides. They rushed to

its red eyes glowing like fire in the darkness. Evelyn stopped suddenly. "It's them," she whispered. S

fur, its teeth bared in the moonlight. It made no sound, b

rrior preparing for an attack. "You don't," he complained. The crea

move, or think-it had all happened too fast. She saw Steve crash i

ge noise. Something deep, something she couldn't explain. The wolf