Daniel kept his hands open, palms facing down—a universal sign of peace, of submission. He had no weapons, no challenge in his stance. If he wanted to make it out alive, he had to convince them he wasn’t a threat.
But then, Shadow’s ears twitched. His head turned slightly—toward one of the wolves flanking Daniel. A wolf with scars across its snout, eyes filled with hatred. The moment Daniel locked eyes with it, he knew. Not all of them agreed with Shadow’s restraint.