The wolf stood there, its eyes fixed on her. Daniella’s mind raced with fear. Wolves were dangerous, weren’t they? This was it—her worst fear had materialized. She was going to be attacked, out here, alone in the forest, with no one to help her.
A scream threatened to escape Daniella’s mouth when she noticed something completely unexpected. The wolf didn’t lunge at her. It didn’t bare its teeth or growl. Instead, it tilted its head, watching her with a kind of curiosity.