Paul didn’t move. He sat wide-eyed with terror as the brown, gray, and black timber wolf with the bright golden eyes snarled from a mere two paces away. He had no doubt the animal could knock him over with a single bound.
He had to think fast, but a mixture of fear and confusion hopelessly clouded his ability to rationalize the situation. Wolves were supposed to be shy and avoid contact with humans, not confront and posture for attack.
Still baring its teeth, the animal edged to its left a few inches. Wolves being pack animals, even if they didn’t rip him to shreds, they might still make enough of a commotion to attract the attention of the gunmen.
Then he remembered . . . they wouldn’t rip him to shreds. If there was one fact about wolves he had heard over and over during his research,
