Chapter

I knew it would attack again. I knew it would finish them both. I knew they were doomed and that there was little I could do to help them now but I couldn't stop running. I didn't care that it was folly, I didn't care that it was pointless, I had to do it. I just couldn't stop and soon I was there, standing where Garrick had been just moments before he was cut down, staring up into the awful face of the Great Wolf, dwarfed by its sheer size and knowing, maybe as Garrick had known, that there was no fighting this beast. Its terrifying power seemed to emanate from every honed muscle like steam, hissing as it touched the cold night air and creating this terrible aura of all-consuming malevolence.