I couldn't move.
My body refused to obey my brain, refused to scream, refused to run. Fear locked me in place, heavy and suffocating, my breath coming out shallow as the massive wolf stood just feet away from me.
A wolf.
An actual wolf.
Its fur was jet black, thick and glossy, swallowing the dim light of the corridor. Its body was huge—too huge to be normal—muscles tight beneath its skin, eyes glowing amber as it stared straight at me.
Saliva dripped slowly from the side of its mouth.
My heart slammed violently against my ribs.
Where was Dante?
My thoughts spiraled wildly.
What kind of normal human being keeps a wolf in his house?
None.
That was it.
Dante wasn't normal. Duh.
The wolf took a step closer.
A low snarl rolled out of its chest, deep and vibrating, a sound that went straight through me. My legs finally unlocked, my feet dragging backward as I retreated slowly, my pulse roaring in my ears.
I couldn't even scream.
Fear wrapped tight around my throat.
