“And if the wolf kills me, you have my permission to say you told me so.”
*****
Laura came back to consciousness slowly, like a diver emerging from deep waters. For a long time her thoughts churned slowly, as if her brain was made of thick molasses, unable to connect cause and effect.
She was in her wolf-form. That she knew, with bone-deep instinct. She was warm, and indoors, lying on something soft. But this was not the familiar room she had shared with Graham on Lupe Mountain. Her nose twitched, separating out the unfamiliar odors. One male, nearby. A human, not a shifter, and no one she knew. Faint secondary smells registered. Horse. Sheep. Disinfectant, an astringent tickle in her nostrils. The scent of cooking food, so close her mouth watered. Her ears caught the sound of music dri
