My Cruel Husband's Deadly Road Trip

My husband and a few of his no-good buddies had driven out to the Rocky Mountain backcountry for a road trip, and we'd come to Highway 191 through the high country.

Word was there was a viral pack of begging wild wolves out there. They never attacked people; feed them a little, and they'd act as sweet and needy as house dogs.

That day, seven or eight of them came trotting up the road and blocked our car.

A few of my husband's friends were dead set on getting out to feed them.

I tried everything to stop them, refusing to let anyone open a door.