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Daphne shook with terror. She shot to her feet and stumbled, her legs had lost all strength. She stared at the wolves, her heart hammering. If she could run, would she be able to? There was no way she could get rid of one wolf on her own, let alone dozens of them? They seemed to multiply in the night. Were they drawn to the scent of her blood, or could they sense her impending death? The grey wolf sniffed and stomped his foot, “A human?” The other wolves growled at her, seemingly aggravated by the grey wolf’s anger. “How dare a human intrude on my territory?” Daphne trembled as the wolves behind him began to growl, drool dripping from the jaws as they bared their teeth hungrily and stared at her. “Kill…” “…Meat.” “I’m starving.” Why couldn’t they speak like Arthur and the grey wolf