Chapter 907 Fade Into Shadows

• Posey
• A snarl rips through the air above me, and I screech when teeth latch onto my back left thigh, and then I’m airborne.
• The second I hit the ground, I disappear into three feet of powdery snow that slips and deepens when I try to roll onto my belly, to find my footing, but it’s no use. A second wolf enters the clearing and begins the chase, the torture. I’m tossed back and forth like a rag doll, scratching and snarling, biting when I can, but they could crush my head in their jaws, and my narrow neck could snap with just one bite.