(Author's POV)
"RUNNNNNN~~~" Denver screamed as he jumped from behind the tree trunk. He started sprinting in the opposite direction, trying to attract the wolf's attention. While he was running, he slashed his hand with a tree branch he had picked up earlier.
Amelia, for a moment, remained dead still. She couldn't comprehend what had just happened, her eyes bloodshot. After a second or two, when she came to her senses, she heard Denver's voice again, "AMELIA~ …. You have to run and call for help. GOOOO~~~ …. Lia, go."
Then, without waiting, Amelia dashed outside in search of somebody, anybody who could help. As she ran, tears mixed with snot streamed down her face, staining her cheeks and chin. While wiping it off with her sleeve, she sprinted hard as her life depended on it. By no means was she going to let anything happen to Denver.
