Continuous, low but muffled growls came from the strange wolf's closed mouth. The wolf was so big, it towered over us even if it was just standing on all its four feet. I could only imagine how tall it would be if it reared on its hind legs. A shudder tingled my spine at the thought.
"Stay where you are, you damned slobbering dog," Carlisle snapped at the werewolf. He raised his sword higher above his head, raining the dark surroundings with a brilliant, golden light. "Make one wrong move and I will cut your head off."
The red wolf was unfazed. It remained standing in front of Carlisle, deadly stares unwavering. Its mouth peeled back, showing pink gums and rows of sharp, white teeth. Though the thing was incapable of speech, I knew that it can understand Goldilocks's words. That is, if
