They Flow Like Whispers

Ian was about to pick up the larger sword when he heard a low growl.  Did he hear it or did he feel it on some level he wasn’t sure, but he stopped before he picked up the sword and listened.  There…it came again.  Chills ran down Ian’s neck and back, and he slowly turned around.  He didn’t see anything in the garage. Then he looked out a window.  Nothing there.  He looked at the other window.  Nothing there also. Then from the darkness outside, two piercing yellow eyes appeared at the first window.  They captivated him, both by the beauty and cruelty… they almost seemed to be angry.  It took Ian a moment to realize that he was looking into the huge face of a black wolf.  Another growl came, low and menacing.  But Ian realized that this growl did not come from the window, but from the door to the shop.  Ian slowly turned his head to look at the door and saw a large shadow under the door, blocking some faint light outside.  Ian, still sitting on the tailgate turned his head slowly back to the black wolf at the window.  It continued to stare at him with the same intensity.  Another growl, but this time from the wolf at the window.  Ian was starting to feel sick and a little claustrophobic.  Out of the corner of his eye he noticed another large black wolf appear in the other window.