Das Fell des Wesens war mit Meerwasser verklebt, seine goldenen Augen bohrten sich in ihre. Noemis Körper spannte sich an, ihr Herz raste. Sollte sie weglaufen? Sich verstecken? Oder versuchen, es zu verscheuchen?
Her pulse quickened, but the wolf didn’t move. Instead, it let out a low, mournful sound, pacing in front of her with its gaze never leaving her. It wasn’t acting aggressively. It was waiting.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she sat up slowly. Was it lost? Injured? Wolves didn’t approach humans unless something was very wrong.