Whispers of the Dead
A Novel By C.S. Daley
Copyright 2011 by C.S. Daley
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The creature slowly emerged from the trees. Josh and Bolo had their furrier blades held out in front of them. The drool continued to drip from its mouth onto the ground. Josh could see several open wounds with red blood dripping down the side of the animal's mouth.
Bolo spun around and looked into the forest behind them. Josh could hear the breaking of branches from where Bolo was looking. He never took his eyes off the giant wolf. Suddenly, the wolf let out a long anguished howl.
"We were wrong. It didn't win," said Bolo.
The insect creature emerged from the forest behind Josh. It was missing two legs and was bleeding from several eyes. The blood was black like everything else about the creature. Josh was truly surprised, he had thought the wolf would take it apart.