Once outside the room, she hurriedly closed the door behind her. She ran down the hallway, her heart pounding as she searched for help. The school, eerily silent after the initial chaos, felt like a maze as she navigated through the corridors.
Finally, Tina reached the staff room, where a few teachers had sought shelter, trying to make sense of the situation. “We need to call animal control,” she said, her voice urgent but controlled. “There are three wolves in the storage room, and one of them has something in its mouth. I think they need help.”