Sansa ventured out into the cool night air, shuddering as she pulled the sleeves of her sweatshirt over her hands. She had listened a tormented fussing within the haziness coming from underneath the trees that towered fair exterior of her living room window. The moon was full and its silver light cast down upon the chilly ground, enlightening everything but the covered up despair of the trees. She murmured and cleared out the light and security of her front yard when she fizzled to see into the shadows. Her feet strained as her soles struck the cold soil. She sighed tenderly against the delicate harvest time breeze, trusting to coax the crying pooch from the shadows. He sounded harmed, most likely hit by a car some time recently he had meandered misplaced and in torment into her yard. She drawn nearer the dark underbelly of the trees.

She breathed in strongly as gleaming dull eyes abruptly flew open in her heading. She listened a low snarling as the dog stood to its feet. It was colossal, as huge as a Extraordinary Dane, but none of her neighbors had a puppy that measure. It ventured into the moonlight and Sansa about shouted. Her heart pounded in her chest and she battled to swallow the protuberance of fear down her throat.

"Jesus .... “she wheezed to herself as she lurched in reverse in fear.

The canine was as dark as the shadows where it had been laying. Its lips were drawn back to uncover lines of sharp ivory teeth and it was snarling furiously. Its dull eyes glared with ill will, and in case it was injured it certainly

Sansa ventured in reverse, constraining her legs to move against paralyzing fear that debilitated to hold them still. She collected her breath and readied herself to jolt for the entryway. She spun around and halted brief, catching the frosty discuss in her lungs as she solidified in put. Another puppy stood on the steps of the yard where she had fair been. Its head was hung down over withered shoulders and it watched her with the clearest and coldest blue eyes that she had ever seen. Sansa attempted to shout but found as it were a throaty cry. These were not pooches at all. They were both colossal and dull, with long muzzles and sharp tipped ears--they had to be wolves. But at that point, she had never seen wolves like this some time recently either, they were much as well huge indeed for wolves, and they had no tails.

Their bodies were indeed molded in an unexpected way. Their backs angled extremely and were sketched out by vertebrae that were obvious right through their instructed hide; they had long solid legs that tapered down to feet that were more like long clawed fingers than paws. And their teeth, she didn't think she had ever seen such huge sharp teeth on any animal some time recently, they were lines of steak blades made for butcher. She watched in frightfulness as the animal on the patio stood on two rear legs and a obscure of bent hide and tissue appeared to blend together until a naked man stood some time recently her.

She reeled in stun; she recognized the man from some place, but her faculties were as well invade with fear to review anything. She was still reeling, attempting to figure out what was going on.

The puppy had fair vanished into lean air, and presently there was a naked man on her front steps. She trembled anxiously as fits of sheer fear tore through her. She felt defenseless here within the open within the center of the night, and she was mixed up with dread. She opened her mouth to shout but a huge hand secured her mouth, hushing her with a hold that was on the brink of smashing her jaw.

Sansa shook herself from her state of fear, attempting frantically to urge a hold of her faculties. She snatched the hand that held her mouth and yanked it absent, but some time recently she might run she was captured around the midriff and constrained to confront her attacker. She battled his hold on her, writhing and battling with everything she had. She attempted to shout once more but found her voice suppressed when another hand secured her lips. She swallowed through gasping breaths and ceased battling for a minute, delaying to see powerlessly up at one of her captors.

She looked up and saw a dim-peered toward man standing some time recently her, smiling with a insulting grin that she knew she had seen some time recently. She didn't have time to address where he had come from within the shadows. She watched in frightfulness as he delivered a long hypodermic needle from his hand. Abruptly she was overpowered with freeze and whipped fiercely as he drew the syringe closer. A sharp torment seized her neck and she realized that it was the hold that the blue-eyed man had on her, he was turning her neck strongly to the side as on the off chance that he meant to snap it off. She cried as the needle entered the lean skin in her throat. It wasn't the torment that caused her tears, but the fear and vulnerability of what they would do to her that harmed the foremost. Her body went limp and she ceased battling the constrain that held her. She now lost control of her body; she had gotten to be only a traveler inside it.

Sansa squinted absent the foggy cloudiness that had settled in her eyes. She felt an hurting torment in her throat, and in her arms and legs. Attempting to move she found that each portion of her felt like lead weight, so overwhelming it was that she couldn't move. She moaned and shaken her head back. She floated in and out of awareness, enigmatically making out cloudy figures as they came in and out of the room where she was. She would listen voices, mixing with one another as her intellect floated, and the hours clicked by gradually. Some place within the remove she thought she heard a clock ticking. It rested in her sanctuary, sending an throb beating through her with each moment.