With the wolf’s jaw locked onto my shoulder, I was forced to walk in the middle of the surrounding back. The wolves acted as guards. I couldn’t decide whether it was for protection or if it was to keep me from escaping. But it seemed ridiculous that they would need so many wolves guarding their meal from running. This one wolf holding me was enough. And the one question that had me stumped was why they hadn’t already ripped me apart.
They were keeping me alive.
It didn’t take me long into the walk to start to click pieces together. Or at least, decide that these weren’t exactly normal wolves. They weren’t just abnormally large wolves that acted differently than I would have expected from wild animals. It was as if they were thinking. Calculating. And after years of being visited by being
