Olivia
The dark shadow of the wolf standing in the entryway to the cave was almost enough to block out the light. Its eyes, glowing yellow through the mist, were fixed unwaveringly on us. Its teeth were bared, its upper lip pulled back to reveal a row of yellowed fangs.
“Freya,” I whispered. “Freya, is that you?”
The wolf didn’t answer. In fact, there wasn’t so much as a hint of recognition on its face.
“Liv,” Angela breathed, grabbing my arm, “I think… I think she’s angry…”
As if on cue, the wolf let out a low, rumbling growl and took a step forward. If it weren’t for my flashlight, it would have fully blotted out the light now that it stepped into the entryway because it was so enormous.
“We have to run,” my wolf said, her voice echoing and bouncing off the walls
