I sat against the oak, escaping Katrine’s whining. Howls arose deep in the forest, sending shivers down my spine.
Whimpers sounded close by, possibly a dog’s. Thick moist fog tickled my legs. Twigs snapped underneath as I came upon a red wolf, sitting in red grass, blood dripping from its maw. The air smelled like iron.
I scrambled back towards home, wolves racing past.
“Samet!” I crashed through the broken door to Mother holding Katrine, cornered by wolves. I snuck behind, knocking its maw with a poker, sending it scampering. I lifted the cellar doors, and we descended into darkness.
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