Stavanger Bay Bikini body

She heard a deep voice bark something behind her, yet the words were partially lost to the wind in her ears and the pounding of the encroaching surf. Unwilling and unable to look behind her, Larkspur just continued fleeing toward the waterline. Only when she came within a hundred yards of the breakers did her mind kick back online. If she dove into the ocean, could she swim to safety? Or should she keep running along the water's edge?

Before Larkspur could make a decision, she heard an ominous pounding behind her, like drums of war. With her higher brain functions restored somewhat, she thought to glance over her shoulder. All the blood drained out of her face—and the urine emptied from her bladder—when she saw the brutish wolf swiftly closing in on her. It didn't matter whether she tried to reach the water or veered to one side or the other. He was going to grab her before either one could happen.