“We were camping in the woods. Yesterday… no, a few nights before. Got caught in the storm. Thought we'd hunker down, ride it out.”
He stopped, his jaw tightened.
“We heard something,” he said. “Outside the tent. I thought it was wolves. Big ones. We stayed quiet, didn't move, but it didn't matter. They tore through the side.”
He swallowed hard. Eyes wet now, but not crying.
“I ran. I didn't even see what they looked like. Just… teeth. It was wrong. Too many of them. Emma screamed, and then…” His voice broke off.
