Emily’s perspective:

Sore from my bout with Terrance, I take my time rising to all fours. As I stand, watching the stained teeth of the wolf who saved me from certain death approach, my legs tremble, but not in fear. The tremors moving up and down my weakened extremities are the result of pure exhaustion and thankfulness that the coat of progressive brown hues which mark this wolf who saved me arrived just in the nick of time.

The internally spoken words of the ...