Agent Dune
Charlie lowers the scope of the sniper rifle and rolls to stand up. A crack of a twig has him snapping the gun back to his shoulder, whirling and aiming to shoot. Just as quickly, he lowers the muzzle.
It’s a wolf. One of them.
A shudder of recognition runs through him, just as it did when he watched the group of humans shift and change. Not all of them are wolves. Nash is a lion and so is his girlfriend. He saw a tiger and an owl, too.
The wolf lifts its upper lip in a growl, showing its teeth.
Knowing there’s a human behind the fangs, Charlie drops the gun and lifts his hands. “Easy. I just came to make sure you got the boy back. I’m not part of this operation.”
The wolf advances, still growling.
A week ago, he might have shot the wolf first and asked questions later, b
