Hearing the soft rush of water nearby, I stagger in that direction, my tongue dry. I find a small river. Sinking to my knees, I begin drinking. I’ve taken a few mouthfuls when I see a reflection opposite me. My head jerks up. There’s a large, black wolf staring at me from the other side of the stream.

My heart in my throat, I fall on my behind, staring at the beast.

It approaches me. I can’t move, frozen out of terror.

Freddy was not lying! There is a Northern wolf here in these woods. Oh ...