Will of Man - Part Five
shoulder).
    I made a perfect strike and penetrated the wolf directly in front of its front shoulder and deep into its chest. I could see a cloud of red blood form around the fatally wounded wolf.
    With the same breath I swam towards the next wolf which was about three meters away. As I positioned myself under the next wolf, I could see the wolf paddling in confusion, not seeming to know where to go. My lungs began to burn and I knew I had to strike fast. This time I got a little closer and thrust my spear in the same spot. The wolf plunged its head beneath the water and bit at the spear. But it was too late, I had made my deadly strike and that wolf's fate was sealed - two down.
    I needed to take a breath and searched for the best available location free of wolves. Thankfully the river water was clear and free from debris. I could easily see the wolves from beneath the water.
    I didn't burst from the water, but rather bobbed my head out, and took a calm and quiet, yet deep breath. I was surprising calm and focused. My years of triathlon training were paying off.
    I poked from the water surrounded by three confused wolves. The wolves were on their way back to the shore when I popped my head up. I let out a fake whimper to entice them once more. They turned and began to close in. When the moment was right I ducked beneath the water and repeated the process again.
    The wolves were helpless in the water and at my mercy. But I showed no mercy and by now there was four dead or dying wolves floating down the river.
    The fifth wolf, and alpha of the pack, abandoned his friends and began heading back to the river bank when I was attacking the remainder of his pack.
    When I crested the river for a breath, I saw the alpha wolf nearing the river bank. With a quick and hasty decision, I took chase and swam hard after the last wolf.
    I didn't want to allow the wolf to make it to shore. I had to take him out while he was still in my world. But to my dismay, the wolf made it to shore and turned to face me, with teeth showing and snarling with rage in its eyes, the beast stood its ground.
    I didn't consider the danger and leapt from the water with spear in hand. I focused in on the wolf's chest, gripped my spear extra firm, envisioned the path my spear needed to make to strike the wolf in the kill zone, and then with an exhale of breath, I let the spear fly.
    It seemed to soar through the air in slow motion. I could feel my heart beating. Every one of my senses was peaking and then the spear struck its target. The wolf howled like you see in the movies. It was haunting and startled me to a shiver.
    I pulled the spear back using the rope that was duct taped to it. The wolf stumbled back as blood poured from its chest. I grabbed my spear again and with a dramatic effort, I let it fly again.
    It flew through the air only to reach the end of its rope too soon. I felt the sudden jerk on my ankle and watched the spear fall short -  inches in front of the wolf.
    The wolf looked at me with a look of, "nice try loser, but now it's my turn."
    I pulled the spear back with haste, picked it up, and threw it again.
    The wolf charged me, and with its head, it shrugged my incoming spear strike to the side.
    With blood pouring from its chest, and poisonous antifreeze destroying its liver, the very weak, but very big wolf knocked me to the water and bit down hard into my shoulder, just beneath my neck. I could feel its teeth pierce through my wetsuit and into my skin.
    I didn't feel pain, but immense pressure. My shoulder blade felt as though it was about to snap.
    I reached for my spear, but it was too far away for me to grab and probably would have been useless at that point anyways.
    Instead I reached my arms around the dying wolf and hugged it as I swam outward towards the middle of the river. The wolf kept biting down and thrashing its head from side to side like a shark using its razor sharp teeth to shred its prey.
    The wolf and I tossed over each other

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