“No…” Wheatley thought in horror, his blood running cold, and his heart booming in his ears as she turned to face him. Her icy-blue eyes reflected green and yellow in the dark, her shaggy form became backlit by the light of the full moon, and Rick could be heard scrambling for a foothold on the cliffside below.
No help would come from him now.
Wheatley wanted to speak. He tried to speak. Tried to scream. Anything! But all that came out were a few desperate gasping, huffing noises as his breath became far too fast and far too light. The ferocious creature that had once been Chell stalked closer, teeth bared, and a deep growl rumbled from deep within her throat as her large paws tread down the grass between them, scattering dew as they went.
Wheatley staggered back, his legs unsteady as the she-wolf…his friend…drew closer, her eyes and posture reflecting irrational a