Nola

“We're friends snow white. Aren't we now Johhny?” The taller one mused and I knew immediately that they were everything but friends.

“Why yes! We only want to play. Will you play with us, Snow White?” The orange-haired man cackled and a bolt of fear zapped my heart off rhythm.

Rogue wolves. I knew what they were now. I’d known of them the way pups knew of the boogeymen in their night terrors.

“Get away from me.” I stammered, taking a step back as they hulked closer to me and swearing loudly when my feet squelched audibly into the mud bog and I pulled it out without so much...