So much blood was pumping into his ears; Michael barely heard Doc’s incessant barking. His parents didn’t seem to notice either. It approached them. One step and then two; the werewolf wrapped clawed fingers over the sign. Michael saw the pupils scour over each and every one of them. Strands of drool dribbled out of its blackened jowls. He tried not to meet its eyes. His mother reached into the glove compartment without looking down.
The beast’s head twitched at the movement and locked on her. It snuffled the air with vast nostrils and cocked its head in a challenge. No one moved. Even Murdoch had ceased his barking to figure out the werewolf’s next move. Michael couldn’t tell. For a long time the feral didn’t seem to move but it did. As if with the wind itself- blowing loosely among the tall woods- the feral keened slowly from side to side.
The feral closed its eyes. Next it drew its arms to either side in a mock hug to Mother Nature and howled into the night sky. Michael winced. He felt the windows wobbling in their panes. Doc whined and rubbed his ears against Michael’s arm. Both of his parents covered their ears. His mother dropped the gun. The feral charged.
Within a heartbeat it snapped the sniveling head down and launched itself over the sign. There was a blissful second of silence. And then the car shook with tremendous force. Two paw prints- a skewed combination between wolf and man- imprinted themselves on their fiberglass. It was centimeters from Michael’s head. He ducked to the side and clawed at his seatbelt for easier movement.
His father shouted and pressed on the pedal. His mother ducked for the gun. Above them the werewolf howled again. Talons protruded through the ceiling. The engine roared and tires screeched from the weight. Michael felt the SUV jostling to the right. He took a grip on the handle behind his mother’s seat to keep purchase. Doc scratched at the seat but slid to the other door in a yelp of shock.