Angel's POV
The growl was coming closer.
I had run out of ledge.
Behind me was nothing but fog and a deadly cliff that had already tried to kill me once and was prepared to try again. In front of me was the shape that was moving through that darkness toward the light.
I pressed my back against nothing and watched it come.
The wolf emerged slowly - not with the explosive energy of something attacking, but with the calm pace of something that owned the space it was moving through and knew it. It was large. Grey, the deep grey of old stone, with a thickness through the chest and shoulders. It stopped at the cave entrance and looked at me with the amber eyes.
It growled again.
I put my hands up instantly.
"Please," I said.
My voice came out smaller than I intended.
