The car jolted to a stop and Ansel braced himself on the dashboard and glared at Rhett. The other cars came to a stop around us, and doors slammed shut. I unbuckled, climbed out, and stretched my legs.
People talked amongst themselves; some began stripping before everyone was out of the car. Rhett and the others jumped out of the car, and I realized I had a problem.
How will I carry the bag while I’m a wolf? The last time I’d been here, I’d rode on Rhett’s back.
The wolves who’d joined us seemed to understand what the plan was as they all shifted. Rhett smiled at me as I frowned at the bag in my hand.
“What’s wrong?”
“How do I carry this?” I lifted it up and showed it to him. It was budging with my supplies, and I imagined the logistics of carrying it. I guess I could stick my head th
