Ice Wolves

You turn left, breathing heavily. Bob and James are behind you, their eyes wide open. You see a room with an open door and you enter it, shutting it behind you. In the hall, you can hear the werewolves' claws scraping on the hard wooden floor. You hear a howl close to the door and press yourself against the door to fortify it. A clawed hand suddenly breaks through the wood, grabbing onto your hair. Then it pulls with a mighty force, tugging it through the hole. When the hand lets go, you try to pull your head back, but its stuck. You scream as you feel cool, moist breath on your face and sharp teeth stabbing into your esophagus. It is the last thing you ever feel.