Sol froze. The moment he saw those piercingly cold, blue eyes, he felt as though his heart had dropped to the ground. Suddenly, everything else around him turned into a blur. He didn't know if it was just him or the more they looked at those eyes, the more the wolf turned colder when looking back at him.
Sensing the upcoming danger, Sol felt his body moving backward. But then he realized he had already reached the end – his back touching a massive root that had extended from a tree he didn't even know where it stood.
The wind howled, drifting along with a few leaves as they spiraled and danced between Sol and the white wolf.
Sol couldn't help but look back once more, his eyes meeting the white wolf's. Then he was stunned, unable to produce a sound.
The wolf stood still, its entire focus on Sol alone.
Sol gulped down. His heart was beating too fast as he braced himself and slowly extended an arm, a hand reaching for the wolf's face.
