Pecan's pov
The sun dipped lower in the sky as I walked the familiar path home from school, the weight of the day pressing heavily on my shoulders. The woods around me were eerily silent, the usual rustle of leaves and distant bird calls absent. I adjusted my bag, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling creeping up my spine.
"Just a normal walk home," I muttered under my breath, trying to convince myself.
But normal ended the second I heard the low growl behind me.
I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Slowly, I turned my head, and my blood ran cold. A wolf stood on the path, its eyes locked onto me. It wasn't from the pack, I would've recognized its scent. No, this wolf was a stranger, and the hostility radiating from it was unmistakable.
"Stay calm," I whispered to myself, though my heart was pounding like a drum.
The wolf growled again, its body lowering into a crouch. It was about to lunge.
