food was scarce, Again. It always was. And people were getting restless.

She found tracks by the river, deer maybe. She followed them deeper into the trees and thats when it happened. A flash of movement, a low growl, a wolf lunged. Natalie reacted on instinct, firing her gun but the wolf still slammed into her, jaws snapping. Ahe hit the ice hard ground with a grunt, boots slipping in the mud as she shoved the wolf off. Her blood mixing with the wolf's, soaking up her sleeve.

when she stumbled back into the cabin hours later, she was shaking from the cold, from the adrenaline, from the haunting image of yellow eyes in the dark.