The gates of the fort were closed. Morg summoned all her energy.
"Open! Quickly!" she screamed.
A pale round head appeared over the ramparts and looked down.
"Who goes there?" called the watchman.
"It is me. Morg. The wolves -"
The watchman disappeared and Morg heard him shout out a warning inside. She heard footsteps running down the passage to the gate. He opened it.
"Let me in!" gasped Morg. She turned to look behind her. She was sure she could see yellow eyes glowing in the darkness. The guard slammed the gate tight shut behind her.