Ian held the boy's hand tighter than ever as they walked out of the white gate.
He had a bad feeling...
About this wood.
Something dangerous was lurking within it.
Something other than wolves.
The boy froze, his eyes wide with terror.
"Something..." he whispered. "Is following us."
Ian turned. And gasped.
Wolves. Again. And a man. Holding a pistol.
A man with half-shaved eyebrow and pierced ears.
Who gave him a golden-toothed, sinister grin.
"Hello, boys." He said with a half English, half Australian accent. "I'm Patrick Craig. And I'm gonna be the very last thing you're ever gonna see."
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