Brenna POV

This is it. This is how I die, isn’t it?

Instead of finding a safe place and a fresh start, I’m about to be attacked by the biggest wolf that has probably ever existed.

I mean, at this point, maybe I was staring at a young dire wolf. Weren’t those extinct since the last ice age?

Not like logic was going to keep me alive at this point. The gap between the bench and the ceiling of the gazebo was too narrow for me to squeeze ...