Ethel’s P.O.V.

I firmly closed my eyes, waiting for the pain given by the silver wolf when it sank its canines into my neck. Its footsteps were closer and closer until they were replaced by a sound of something crashing into the floor. The bang dragged me to earth. I carefully opened my eyes to see the silver wolf lying on the floor with needle-like stuff inserted on its back. I struggled to get up and turned around. Brian’s father was standing behind me, holding a gun at the silver wolf with both hands.

I widened my eyes in shock as I crept up on the silver wolf. I stroked...