The growling was close. She could hear them snarling and pacing back and forth just a few feet from the fire. The voices were deep and menacing. Her terror rocketed through her whole being and she was instantly awake.
Shirley sat up and listened. The growls were coming closer. She had been dead asleep and she thought she had been dreaming about the sounds, but now she was awake and they were all around her. She could not see how many due to the pitch darkness that stretched a few feet from the fire out into nothingness all around them.
Chatham was awake and alert, too.
“Don’t make any sudden moves and don’t let yourself get afraid. They will smell that fear and charge it.”
“Is it the Council?” Shirley whispered.
“No, it’s a pack of wolves.”
Her first instinct was to bolt to her feet
