Frankie’s wolf, Kolt, moved fast, even while carrying a passenger. I was in awe of his speed, and if the situation weren’t dire, I would take the time to marvel at the magnificent beast he was.
As we approached the grounds surrounding the packhouse, I could see utter chaos ensuing. I leaned as close to Kolt’s ear as possible and told him to slow down. Then explained that I would tuck and roll to start helping those scrambling toward the bunkers.
As he began to slow, I saw Granny Delia struggling to get her two young grandchildren to the bunkers. So I did exactly what I said I would. I somersaulted off of Kolt and continued the roll to land on my feet. I wasted no time and headed straight for Granny Delia.
“Here, Granny, hand me the little one,” I said. I scooped the infant from her ar
