The wolf's ears perked up and his tail stood on edge. Focusing his sharp eyes in a particular direction, he growled.
Jessamyn listened closer and her eyes widened in sheer horror at the sight before her.
Slithering sinuously through the brush, a menacing troupe of rattlesnakes approached with an eerie, almost hypnotic grace, like moving shadows under the dim moonlight. The unmistakable sound of their rattles echoed through the air, a chilling warning of the imminent danger.
"What's going on?" she mumbled.
She had walked through this forest for years. The forest hosted a lot of venomous creatures and she had encountered a few of them. But this was the first time she saw a troupe of snakes approaching them as if they were conjured to attack.
A wave of fear surged through her, gripping her heart with icy fingers. It was as if time had slowed to a crawl, each heartbeat thudding in her chest like a drum of impending doom.
