Fight the Wolves

Pick Your Peril: The Hero of Mudtown

(This is part of a series of choose-your-own-adventure articles. If you want to start from the beginning, click here.)

It’s time to test the huntsman’s theory. If he’s right, you only need to scare off the alpha wolf to scatter the pack.

You lunge for the stone, and wrench it free from the dirt just as the big wolf leaps forth. It snaps its jaws open and flies toward you, stopping mid-air as you bring the sharp edge of the rock against the side of its head. It yelps and jumps back, growling. It tries to bite you again, but another well-placed blow from the rock sends it scurrying away, tail between its legs.

You have only a moment to savor your victory before a set of fangs sinks into your thigh. You fall to the ground and cry out in pain. It was never going to be that easy. You try to use the rock again, but the teeth of yet another wolf clamp down on your arm. The entire pack is on top of you now, snapping and snarling. Defending yourself is impossible.

That drunken fool of a huntsman owes you an explanation. His theory was complete nonsense! You should have run when you had the chance. These are your last thoughts as the big wolf returns, licking its chops, ready to take a bite out of your throat.

YOU ARE DEAD