AN HOUR LATER, I STILL hadn’t seen the foundling, but I did have the job. Substitute teacher for remedial English, classes starting at nine o’clock the next morning. If my hunch proved correct, the bloodling pup would be present and I’d possess the perfect opportunity to gain her trust.
But, for now, I had time to kill and no mate willing to take my calls. So, grumpily, grudgingly, I brought back up the address that had been programmed into my GPS that morning. And I turned back the way I’d come in search of another elusive two-legger.
It should have taken me only about half an hour to reach Celia’s hometown of Arborville. But after a few minutes on the highway, hairs started prickling on the back of my neck and my wolf woke from her slumber.
Danger, she told me.
Sometimes I wished my
