This is your last warning. Surrender, or we will throw you to the wolves.” A voice echoed across the brown, leafless forest. “You have one minute,” boomed the voice again. The campers shouted that they would never surrender. The howl of a wolf came from the peninsula’s tip. The campers tensed, feeling as though the stars were watching them with cruel interest, perhaps placing bets on how long they would last. The campers hurried off towards the base of the peninsula.
After ten minutes, two howls came from the base of the peninsula. Damn! Now the wolves had them trapped on the peninsula, unless the campers could run the gauntlet. They had a vote, and the decision to try running the gauntlet was almost unanimous. The’d try to get around south-westerly, swimming if possible. They set off, trying to get through the forest of leafless trees as quickly and quietly as possible.
As the campers trekked to the base of the peninsula, and to the small bay they were going to try swimming across, the camper at the back stopped to look at the moon, which was waxing gibbous tonight. She looked at it with hope that Selene could guide them to help, and fear that they would be captured. She looked a moment longer, and jogged to catch up with the others.
The campers could just about see the bay through the trees when a simultaneous howl that seemed to come from everywhere on the peninsula stopped them dead. A second howl, much closer at hand, faded into the beating of helicopter blades. An AH-64 with a wolf-based paint scheme appeared over them. The gun under the snarling mouth spat at them with a tremendous wabpabpabpawabpabpabpa, making them all break away. It was no use. It ripped them all apart like a malevolent wolf and lit the area to check for any more. “Good job, Wolfpack. Let’s go home.
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