Joe stepped out and closed the shelter door as he turned and faced Colonel Chapman. He stood there dumfounded.
Seconds were passing by and Chapman was standing with his knife ready to strike. There was no expression of rage on his face; it seemed frozen, but with an eerie smile and a ghostlike appearance.
At the same instant, Wolf leaped high on to Chapman’s back. She dug her hind clawed feet into his back for that extra push she needed to reach his wrist. She had a bite like a vice grip.
Joe heard the bones above Chapman's wrist shatter. The weight and speed of Wolf caused Chapman to summersault forwards with his arm mangled and bleeding profusely.
Jack Earl King
An AKW Books eBook
Published by Kalar/Wade Media