#Chapter 56: Portal

Nina “James… Run.” “What?” he said. “I’m not gonna leave you out here.” I cocked my shotgun as the yellow eyes continued to stare at me from the darkness, accompanied by the sound of a deep, horrifying growl. “You have to run, James,” I said, raising the barrel of the gun to point it at the creature in the forest. “Get Enzo.” James grabbed my arm. “C’mon,” he begged. “It’s not safe!” “Go NOW!” I yelled, spinning around and pointing the gun at him, tears in my eyes. James threw his hands up in surrender and backed away, then turned on his heel and ran off toward the camp. I turned back toward the creature, which was now emerging from the woods; it was a werewolf. Not a rogue like the one I saw that night when I was running from Luke, though. Instead of some mangy, mutt-looking creature that appeared half human, this one was a huge, brown wolf that towered several feet over me. Its paws were bigger than my head, and the teeth that it bared