“She was pacing the porch and looked beside herself. Her eyes were wide, her hair flyaway. When she ran straight to him instead of holding her ground, he knew something was terribly wrong. “Why didn’t you answer your phone? Did you leave it in the house again?” She latched on to the sleeve of his jacket as soon as he stepped out of the truck. “You have to help me.” “Okay. What’s wrong?” Gesturing wildly, she indicated the woods at the edge of the compound. “Wolves. I heard them.” ... “Did they approach? Menace you in any way?” “No, but—” “Then go back in the house. I’ll check your pens.” “It’s not that.” As her grip tightened, Flint glanced down. Was that a trace of blood on the cuff of her jacket? His breath caught. “Are you hurt?” “No.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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