Six Sentence Sunday, Mar 25 (Not My Apocalypse)

And there it was, the chariot of the sun, coming at us along the curve of the horizon. Behind it was the huge black wolf Skoll. When I say huge I mean huge, like I underestimated how big he was.

This thing was like, the size of a motherfucking elephant. And me, Stefan and Colin could still barely lift the damn spears we were supposed to fight him off with. Shit.

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