Chapter 17

IZZY POV

I couldn’t feel my grip on the tree branch because my hands were so cold, but I could see the blood dripping off the end into the snow from the cut on my palm. I tried to see through the dark, but the creatures were too far away. They were close, though. I could smell the stench of rotten food and dirty bodies.

One finally stepped close enough for me to see. I gasped. It was the wolf of my dream, the werewolf that was trying to kill me. Another one stepped into view and then a third. I took one step forward and tried to look menacing.

They were pacing back and forth, sizing me up. I took another step forward, putting my weight on that front foot, and took a practice swipe at the wolf on the left. He didn’t flinch, but he did stop pacing to look at me.

I took another couple of swipes, getting used to the weight and balance of the branch. I was pretty sure I was going to get hurt, but I was most definitely going to try to take at least one down with me.

The wolf on