The two girls stood stunned in silence. They had just heard a howl, unlike anything that had ever heard before in their lives! Marcy's conscious mind had returned to her in full, and she had suddenly become very much afraid. What could have possibly emanated that ungodly echoing roar; that had just resonated through the house?
Debra was shaking with both fear and overexertion so she took off her jacket to cool off. She had a small tank top on underneath that modestly covered her small perky breasts. It had become all clingy with perspiration and the pink little nubs of her nipples had become visible through the fabric. She shivered both growing cold and afraid as a draft wafted through the air.
Marcy spoke shakily, "What in God's name was that?" She no longer had a sedated or glazed look about her. What had been left in its place was heightening fear of what currently could be in the house with her.
Debra didn't respond to Marcy. She instead started back to the door and again began pounding upon it. The adrenaline in her body gave her even more strength than before! She began ripping into it with a new found fury unlike any other she had felt. Marcy watched on, her eyes frequently darting back to Debra's progress and all the entrances to this room.
This was the main room to the large house, and it was with high ceilings, and was heavily furnished. The room was lit only by a few candles within the room and this only added to the sense of paranoia that she felt. The fiery little flames made shadows dance around the room, causing movement in every small corner and crevice that they illuminated. This was causing Marcy to let her imagination get the better of her, as she became more and more panicked! She kept waiting for the originator of the horrifying sound that she had heard only moments before to appear in every shadow. Truly she hadn't felt this afraid since early childhood.
***
The two wolves lay in wait as if exacting the perfect time to execute their attack. In the shadows of room they watched the two girls. One was beating away on their front door trying to make her way out in a desperate attempt to escape. The other glanced around the room nervously often looking directly at them, but was unable to spot them as they hid in the shadows of the room.
Bobby's wolf was hungry and was eager to feed, but for some reason he dared not engage the girls. Even reasoning with only a wolf's mind, he knew he was supposed to hunt the girls as Mallory instructed. Still, for some reason, he watched on unable to do his mates will. Somehow this wasn't how he thought it would be and something felt out of place. Even thinking with the wolf's primal mind, he knew somehow this wasn't normal instinct. He recognized that even as a wolf just now, his will was not entirely his own and that something was restraining him and holding him back.
Mallory looked at him from her hiding place. Her wolf looked into his wolf's eyes and again the he-wolf started to feel pacified, even as he did as a man from those deep brown eyes. Silently they watched as the ever unwearied and hungry predators of the night.
***
The furious assault on the door turned into nothing short of a frenzy, as Debra became very enamored in her work. There were splintery sounds as the door started to give way under the heavy duress of Debra's hammering. Her hard work had finally paid off, and the door started to fall apart more, and more. With every swing of her hammer the door seemed to have less solidity and she could easily see through the many gaps and holes now in it. With a few more swings she tore through the shredded door and saw freedom at last!
Debra turned to Marcy triumphantly, but then suddenly found herself with the fright of her life. What she saw were two large wolves advancing on Marcy, forcing her away from the door. They growled as they slowly stalked her back toward one of the hallways, leading back into the house! The two large beasts had somehow come between the two girls, and had managed to single Marcy out. Debra could hardly believe what she was seeing, as Marcy stumbled back slowly with a look of desperation in her eyes.
Marcy looked up to Debra and tried to speak, but a loud foreboding growl quickly silenced her. The two large beasts growled menacingly, as they advanced upon the helpless girl with hunger on their minds. There was no escape for her, and Marcy knew this. Marcy knew that she was at the mercy of the two predatory beasts. Marcy could barely move, and was almost paralyze to move any further as the wolves moved in on her. The wolves realized this and viciously forced her into action by aggressive snapping with their sharp canines.
Marcy's body jerked back as if hit by an electric shock, as the wolves grew more aggressive. Debra was forced to watch on helplessly, as her doomed friend disappeared from sight into the halls of the house. The last thing she saw of Marcy was her looking into her eyes, pleadingly for help. The predators closed on their prey, leading her back further, and further into the house. There was no escape for Marcy, Debra realized as she watched the wolves disappear into the shadows of the hallway.
Then suddenly Debra heard Marcy's screams, followed by the scrambling of canine claws on the hardwood floors! The sounds of howls, snarls, and terrorized human screams, resonated throughout the house in a haunting way that Debra would never forget. Certainly Debra knew she would be haunted by that sound in her dreams, and nightmares for the rest of her existence.
The sounds of Marcy's last screams horrified Debra to no end. She soon found herself through that broken door, racing in the direction of Bobby's car. Her retreat suddenly came to an abrupt stop though. Before her was a small mob of people all holding torches blocking the path of her escape.
This looked like something out of a movie she thought to herself in disbelief. There were more torches than she could count with a quick glance and they smothered the path back to the car. It was most unsettling being out here at night to begin with; let alone to have a friend get eaten and then see a possible lynch mob. They must be here for the wolves she thought to herself, though it brought her little relief.
A woman who seemed to be leading them walked up forward to Debra. She donned an unforgiving face with an heir of authority. Her facial features were strikingly beautiful with piercing hazel eyes, jet black long hair, and a full set of womanly lips. Her stride was a prideful one with much confidence in it. Pointing directly at Debra she announced, "Death to the interloper!" She then smiled a seductively wicked grin at her, as the mob started slowly moving past her, towards Debra.
Debra couldn't believe what had happened to her world. She had started her day like any other. With what had started as a dare from Marcy, had turned into the biggest nightmare of her life. This day had turned into something she could never have perceived possible, and wondered now if she would ever live to see another.
Slowly the mob started to move in on Debra, Jeering and cursing at her as they made their approach. One of the closer ones with a scar above his left eye brow shouted out, "I say we feed her to the wolves!"
