A faint growl rolled through the forest. Distant. Low. The kind of sound that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

The howl that answered came from much closer.

One moment Sarah was mid-sentence, the next she was on the ground. The creature's jaws found her throat before she could even scream. Blood sprayed across the dying fire, sizzling against the coals.

You couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Could only watch as the wolf shook her like a doll.

A wet impact. A strangled cry. Jerry's running footsteps stopped.

You kept going.

Your lungs burned. Your heart hammered against your ribs. Behind you, something large and fast was crashing through the brush.

You dove left as a massive shape hurtled past, claws raking the air where your back had been.

Up ahead—lights. Shapes. People.

Help! you tried to shout, but your voice came out as a rasp.

A cloth pressed against your nose and mouth. Sweet. Chemical. Your limbs went heavy, vision swimming.

The last thing you saw was a red blindfold, and the faintest hint of a smile.