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put a dent into it the other night. I put the binoculars over my eyes and looked in the direction of the snarls and moans. I looked on and what I saw nearly made me pee my pants. I saw about a half a dozen bonfires, and surrounding the bonfires were the biggest wolves I had ever seen. I kept watching trying to figure out what the hell I was looking at. There were black ones, white ones, brown ones and others that seemed to be calico-colored. They were all 6 to 7 feet in length. Some were howling and others were wrestling.
    How did they find the bonfires? Did these beasts kill the humans who left the fires?
    From above I heard a horrid sound —the sound of a thousand birds screeching across the sky. I looked up and I could barely make out what appeared to be hundreds of black ravens circling the wolves below.
    I looked on as if I was watching the most bizarre episode of Animal Planet ever put on the air. All the birds landed about 500 feet away from the wolves. Only sand and tumbleweeds separated the birds from the beasts.
    Then I saw something that made me feel I had fallen asleep and was now dreaming.  The birds seemed to be transforming into human beings. The hundreds of black birds became an army of humans.  They were all dressed in black clothing and made up of all races. There was an exceptionally tall one that seemed to be the leader.  I zoomed in and this guy looked 8 feet tall and from the distance looked like the guy in that crow movie.
    What the hell was I watching? I pinched my arm, and my shoulder moved so I knew I was wide awake. Then I saw something that looked like a scene out of Braveheart. The hundreds of men charged the wolves.
    The wolves caught a glimpse of these crazed people and charged at them also. It looked like a battle field scene from every Trojan movie ever put on the silver screen. The only difference was it what humans versus wolves. I noticed all the humans seemed to be holding silver spears in their hands. They were shorter than spears; they were the size of daggers or stakes.
    What I saw next nearly made me get in my car and pray to God himself.  As the humans and wolves battled, the wolves were biting into the necks of these guys and the humans were piercing the wolves in their hearts with their silver weapons.  Then what I saw made me clearly think I had lost my mind.  As each wolf and each human apparently died—they just disappeared into thin air. As I looked on, I noticed that they weren't all men fighting the wolves. In fact, there was a red-headed woman doing a lot of damage. She literally walked to injured wolf after wolf stabbing them in their heart to finish them off.
    There was an exceptionally large wolf that was fighting the eight foot, bean-pole giant.  They were having an epic battle. It reminded me of a MMA match. The tall motherfucker wouldn't allow the beast to get a hold of him. The beast would claw and grab at him. The tall man was doing a series of kicks and punches to keep the wolf at bay. He still had the silver stake in his hand. I could tell he was waiting for an opening.
    The wolf leaped on top of the statuesque man and then he found his opening and pierced the animal right in the chest. Then, the wolf was gone. Poof. Vanished.
    In a matter of minutes half the wolves had disappeared and the humans seemed to have only lost a couple of soldiers.  The remaining wolves all took off running.  The black clothed humans all jumped up and celebrated.
    Who the hell were these people and why did they feel the need to attack these animals minding their own business in the desert?
    I got back into my Mustang. I couldn't get over the fact I could have sworn the humans were birds before they fought. My mind was playing tricks on me. I was tired and had lost a lot of blood in the last 24 hours. That had to be it. None of this was real this was a hallucination. That had to be it. I started my car and flicked on my lights. Right in front of me stood two black birds. I honked