Submission novel Chapter 1

Sansa ventured out into the cool night air, shuddering as she pulled the sleeves of her sweatshirt over her hands. She had listened a tormented fussing within the haziness coming from underneath the trees that towered fair exterior of her living room window. The moon was full and its silver light cast down upon the chilly ground, enlightening everything but the covered up despair of the trees. She murmured and cleared out the light and security of her front yard when she fizzled to see into the shadows. Her feet strained as her soles struck the cold soil. She sighed tenderly against the delicate harvest time breeze, trusting to coax the crying pooch from the shadows. He sounded harmed, most likely hit by a car some time recently he had meandered misplaced and in torment into her yard. She drawn nearer the dark underbelly of the trees.

She breathed in strongly as gleaming dull eyes abruptly flew open in her heading. She listened a low snarling as the dog stood to its feet. It was colossal, as huge as a Extraordinary Dane, but none of her neighbors had a puppy that measure. It ventured into the moonlight and Sansa about shouted. Her heart pounded in her chest and she battled to swallow the protuberance of fear down her throat.

"Jesus .... “she wheezed to herself as she lurched in reverse in fear.

The canine was as dark as the shadows where it had been laying. Its lips were drawn back to uncover lines of sharp ivory teeth and it was snarling furiously. Its dull eyes glared with ill will, and in case it was injured it certainly

Sansa ventured in reverse, constraining her legs to move against paralyzing fear that debilitated to hold them still. She collected her breath and readied herself to jolt for the entryway. She spun around and halted brief, catching the frosty discuss in her lungs as she solidified in put. Another puppy stood on the steps of the yard where she had fair been. Its head was hung down over withered shoulders and it watched her with the clearest and coldest blue eyes that she had ever seen. Sansa attempted to shout but found as it were a throaty cry. These were not pooches at all. They were both colossal and dull, with long muzzles and sharp tipped ears--they had to be wolves. But at that point, she had never seen wolves like this some time recently either, they were much as well huge indeed for wolves, and they had no tails.

Their bodies were indeed molded in an unexpected way. Their backs angled extremely and were sketched out by vertebrae that were obvious right through their instructed hide; they had long solid legs that tapered down to feet that were more like long clawed fingers than paws. And their teeth, she didn't think she had ever seen such huge sharp teeth on any animal some time recently, they were lines of steak blades made for butcher. She watched in frightfulness as the animal on the patio stood on two rear legs and a obscure of bent hide and tissue appeared to blend together until a naked man stood some time recently her.