A stare down.

Two eyes met, one crazed, the other with panic.

One wolf and one human in a staring match.

One wrong move could mean the death of one of them.

Covered in blood and bruised, with her nose continuously dripping blood like it was liquid.

She swiped the blood off with her sleeve roughly, her messy hair trying to get in the way of her sight.

She blew harshly at the obscuring hair wishing to cut the damn thing.

Her feet tightened in her boots, showing her tension as she took some steps away from the huge wolf.

The door behind them, separated the two, isolating them from...