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There’s something you should know about me:
Whenever I get really scared, my brain shuts down completely and I forget how to move my limbs.
The sight of a giant, seven feet tall wolf with teeth that could rip my head off with one bite immediately paralysed me, and all I could do was stare up at it in shock. In my head, I just assumed that I was already dead, and there was no need to run because there was no way in hell that I’d be able to avoid it.
But when it lunged at me, and I actually saw its teeth up close, I managed to duck out of the way, and I flew past me with its claws narrowly avoiding my face. That jolted me awake, and I immediately sprang to my feet and bolted in the other direction.
The wolf charged after me, its cries echoing through the mountainside. Surely some
