SLOANE
Garrett screamed. Actually screamed like a little girl who'd seen a spider. The sound was high-pitched and terrified, and under different circumstances, I might've laughed. But there was nothing funny about this situation.
He shrieked and stumbled backward, his eyes locked on the wolf standing at the edge of my driveway. His face had gone completely white, all that earlier bravado draining away like water.
"What the f**k is that?" he gasped, his voice shaking. "What the f**k—"
But then something changed in his expression. The fear was still there, but curiosity sparked behind his eyes. Because the wolf wasn't big. It was small. Too small to be a real threat, or so he probably thought.
He started walking toward it.
"Don't," I said, my voice coming out strangled. "Garrett, don't
