63 The Attack

The growls became dangerous as the wolves prowled nearer to the fence. Their grey fur stood behind their necks. They made slow and deliberate movements as though the killing was premeditated, as though they were there to kill for the pleasure of it. They didn't hurry and closed in. The leader bared his canine looking at his victim and its tongue licked his jowls. 

Cole's body froze. He was rooted to the spot. 

"Cole, run inside!" Dawn shouted. Her body was about to explode. Every cell was revolting to shift. 

Cole had gripped his guitar so tightly that his knuckles became white. He felt dizzy. The weakness in his knees only made it worse. He heard his sister but couldn't move a muscle. 

The leader was now ten feet away from the fence and the rest of the pack was standing right behind him, as they aggressively pawed the ground emanating menacing gnarls.