Wolf Tales VII
Chapter One
Rocky Mountains, Montana
Night was all around him, and the darkness complete, but
he sensed he wasn't alone. It was unbelievably dark, considering
his terrific night vision. He wondered, for a moment
only, if he might be in one of the many limestone
caverns nearby, but that didn't feel right. He thought of
turning around, to see if he could see who or what waited
behind him, but he couldn't move.
He tried to scream. His lungs expanded and his vocal
chords strained, but he made no sound.
Why?
Impossible.
The voice in his head sounded smug. His own voice.
Well, of course. Anton Cheval knows everything.
Bastard.
Well, crap. Was it possible to curse oneself?
Okay ... so if I know it all, why the fuck are my arms
trapped? Why is my heart pounding? Why can't I move.
Why?
He fought whatever held him but fear exploded. Alive,
a twisting, clutching thing, and it made its own horrible
sound. His sounds. Heart pounding, blood rushing in his
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