"Sure could use a solid," Sam muttered hoarsely, very aware that this was probably where her luck would run out. "If I've got any credit, I'd like to use it now, please."
Taking a little more of the morphine she feared she would crave forever, Sam shook her head, recapping the needle with shaking fingers. She had already survived worse. Wolves, no matter how determined, were nothing compared to Melvin and Henry, both drunk and wanting sex.
Scratch…Paw...Sniff.
Sam counted two shadows under the door, four pairs of eyes at the window. Six animals, and probably a few others hanging back, waiting. But not for much longer, she thought, almost able to feel their hunger, their hatred, as they watched her movements through the frosted glass. The storm had piled up at least a foot of thick snow, giving the wolves a step-up to see her better, and she glared back as she put the torches near the fire, not sure why she'd made them. The fire poles were a last resort, she thought, turning to look at her would-be killers. As if on cue, the newest battle for survival began.
Smaaaaash!
The front glass shattered, a huge black wolf landing on its side as sharp pieces of glass flew across the floor, and snow, dark and dirty, flew through the jagged hole.
Snarling at her before it gained its feet, the wolf padded her way with red eyes promising death.
Crack! ...Thud...Ccrrssshhh!
The second window failed, snow and wolves streaming through the gaping opening.
Hungry fangs bared, their claws digging into the floor, Sam watched them with her heart in her throat, waiting for them to get close enough for her meager weapons to be effective.
Craasshhh!
A third window exploded under the weight of a large white wolf. It didn't slow as it hit the wooden floor, using it to jump again, fangs bared in anticipation.
Sam moved fast, jerking needles from her pocket, slamming two syringes into the white wolf's furry chest as it came down on her. Grunting, she pushed the double dose in, cringing away from the heavy, reeking weight.
A second wolf had lunged with its leader, and was hit with the Alpha's convulsing body, knocking them both into the corner of the desk. The heavy marble slid against Sam's good leg, shoving her back and away from their snaps.
Pictures crashing to the floor behind her, Sam ignored the stabs of pain, looking up quickly to see a lanky wolf flying through the air, two others about to launch.
She fired the last two bullets in her gun, only one of the shots connecting, and then the third animal was flying toward her, snapping viciously… Sam leaned into the wolf's lunge, knife from her pocket impaling, ripping upward.