Epilogue
One week later…
Foxfire
“Do you have it?” I bounce up and down as Tank produces a new helmet. It’s red and yellow and orange like a sunset. Like my new hairdo.
I pull the helmet on and scamper to his motorcycle.
“Arms around me at all times. No funny business.” More rules.
“Yeah, yeah, got it.”
“You misbehave,” he threatens, “you get punished.”
Yum.
“Got it, big man. Can we go now?”
Tank sighs.
Despite his misgivings, the ride goes off without a hitch. We reach our destination right at dusk: Tucson billionaire Jackson King’s mansion, which abuts the Catalina mountains, where the pack will be running tonight.
The scent of wolves hits me as I swing off Tank’s bike. He takes my hand and leads me forward, stopping when I hang back.
“Are you sure they’re going to like me?”
