Daniel swallowed hard. He had two choices: stand his ground or run. Running didn’t seem like a good option. Wolves didn’t chase for sport—they chased to kill. If he bolted, Shadow’s pack would tear him apart before he made it ten steps.
Slowly, Daniel shifted his foot forward in the snow. The pack tensed. Muscles coiled, paws dug into the ice. One wrong move, and they’d be on him. But Shadow—Shadow didn’t move. He just watched as Daniel took a cautious step forward.