A wolf howl sent fear skittering down my spine. I didn’t speak wolf, but intuitively knew they were onto me. Changing direction, I focused on the bar that I saw in the distance, knowing my car was on the other side. If I could get in, I’d be able to get myself out of this insane town.
More howls erupted from behind me.
A stitch formed in my side as I ran. The sharp pain made it harder to breathe, but I couldn’t stop now. My car was closer now. If I could make it a bit further without the wolves catching me, I’d be able to escape this hallucination and spend the rest of my drugged state at home in my apartment.
The sight of a massive grey wolf lunging in front of me brought me to an abrupt stop. His teeth were bared in a loud snarl as he stalked me. I couldn’t go back to the cabin, but I didn’t want to end up as a nummy treat for Beowulf. The sound of more wolves approaching from behind me pushed me into making a decision.
I charged forward, hoping the beast didn’t bite me. Oddly enough, he didn’t react until I almost touched him, then he jumped back. Weird. I tried again, reaching for him this time. The wolf took a step back. Okay, so he was here to scare me, but wouldn’t touch me. With a shaky courage, I trudged toward my car.
Until a familiar white wolf rushed up to me. I watched in a morbid fascination as his white fur disappeared under a familiar black leather jacket. Within seconds, Scout stomped toward me. I wouldn’t back down. When I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off, he leaned down and scooped me up, tossing me over his shoulder.
“You’re not going anywhere until we talk.”