The jaws of death

Chapter eight

Sam and Aidan searched the cave, but to no avail, all they seemed to find were yetis and onic, both of which they avoided or fought. But eventually, they reached a huge room, and both Sam and Aidan unsheathed there blood blades, as standing in the centre of the chamber, was the creature they were looking for. It was a pure white wolf, but one the size of a parasaur, with a row of jagged spikes on its back. Saliva dripped out of its mouth, which was littered with crooked teeth.

Before Sam or Aidan could attack, black fur made a grave mistake, and leapt at the wolf, which swatted him aside before he even got close. Black fur hit the wall with a sickening thud, and Sam let out a roar of sadness and anger, and leapt at the wolf, blood blade ready. Sam slashed its side twice, before the wolf spun around and bit onto his arm. Sam yelled in pain and was thrown aside. The wolf leapt at Aidan, who thrust his blood blade forward. Aidan had used the same life saving trick he had used five and a half years ago to kill a red ferociraptor: he had stabbed the wolf in the mouth, it was a trick that always works, and had once again saved his life.