Go, go, go!
He rolled to the left, choking on the too-close scent of the animal, and, as he lifted himself to his knee, praying to just make it out the door—just make it out the door and he’d take it from there—another shape whipped past him so fast that for a second Randy was dumbstruck. Something collided with the wolf, a sharp yelp was tossed into the air. Randy turned to stare in awe as not one, but two wolves tumbled across the floor of his garage. The new wolf was bigger, maybe even stronger, judging by appearances, and Randy knew that the new wolf was the one he’d seen on his deck. It just felt right. It had to be.
The new wolf buried his teeth in the thick fur of the other’s neck; they dug at each other with both front and back paws and rolled and twisted like something out of a
