Listening to the bone-cracking noises behind her, fear sent shivers down Annabelle's spine.
The urge to flee surged through her, yet an inexplicable force held her in place. It was like a pull, a link between her and the unknown which stopped her from running.
Her heart pounded louder as the sound of approaching footsteps reached her ears.
Nervous thoughts raced through her mind. Could she trust Alvin? He had betrayed her trust by drugging her, but why was she still trusting him? What was coming up behind her? Was it Alvin's wolf, and would it pose a threat?
With her eyes tightly shut, Annabelle felt a gentle tug on her long skirt, and she hesitantly opened her eyes. Before her stood a magnificent wolf, its golden eyes gleaming brilliantly. Its dark, curly fur covered its muscular body.
Though it was a fearsome creature, it also exuded a certain elegance and charm.
