Zirah POV

The wolf moves beneath me; he whines, nudging and licking the side of my neck, while the one laying across my lap with his head propped on my shoulder lifts his big head.

My eyes flutter open when it starts licking my face frantically like I am its favorite lollipop. Blinking and trying to wake up, I freeze, wondering if he is tenderizing my flesh with his tongue before he tries to eat me.

I push his head away, grabbing fistfuls of his fur and he whines loudly, and his tongue starts flicking faster, trying to lick my face, making me chuckle as he covers me in slobber and drool.

“Stop, it’s gross and you’re making me nervous,” I tell the huge white wolf who had managed to lick most of the blood off his fur coat, I am grateful he has but also slightly disturbed, hoping the leftovers caking its fur were enough to tide him over and that he isn’t looking for breakfast. The wolf cocks its head to the side, its big red inquisitive eyes watching me as if it understands the words I speak.

The wolf beside me reeks of blood when the one behind me sits up abruptly, making me fall backward from the one on top weight crushes me. The big one snaps at his brother, who yaps and yawns, sniffing my face and nudging me to get up. Groaning, I grab the side of the wolf on top, pulling myself to a sitting position.

Right now, they seem calm as they continue to sniff and move around me.

the big one who sits watching me. The smaller one nudges my face with its wet nose. With the three monster wolves like this, I can’t believe they

up on my boulder bed next to granny crushing her herbs on the rocks, or choking me out

I would do anything just to hear the clanging of her smashing herbs with rocks, or to wake up to her chants that annoyed me to no end and always disrupted my blissful sleep.

who, for some reason, decided I wasn’t a worthy midnight snack, while trapped in a maze that was designed for no one to escape. Sighing, I try to get up only for the littlest wolf,

anxious, and I peer up at the sky to see the sun beaming down at me. It must be around 10 am, meaning I got little in the way of sleep, considering the sun was beginning to rise when I

has made them anxious. Which, in turn makes my anxiety peak. What did these monster wolves have to worry about with teeth that tore through flesh like

of the narrow branches of the maze and I hear his voice ring out loudly. A voice that could not be mistaken for anyone other than

a wolf whines loudly with his tail wagging, as he wiggles excitedly, almost prancing on the spot with excitement. He moves toward the branch of the

whether to go find its master or remain here, yet one yap from

I mumble and his tail wags faster and I wonder what the other two are called. Seconds later, I hear a thunderous snarl from the opposite direction, which has Gnash growling and

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