After some debating and growling from the furry members of the group, we finally found our way back to my car. I had a brief moment of panic when I remembered that I hadn’t locked it, and then relaxed. It was on a random dirt road in nowhere Texas.
My hands were shaking as we piled in. I folded down the back seats so the wolves could stretch out. “Alrighty then. I have no idea where I’m supposed to go.”
Donovan—a black and brown speckled wolf—stuck his nose over the center console.
“I don’t speak wolf. Meredith?”
“Dude. It’s not like Twilight up in here. We can’t read minds.” We shared a “we’re stupid” look, and then I placed my hand on
Donovan’s head.
I didn’t get any words, just pictures. Images. And I knew exactly where to go.
“Hold on to your hats.” I did a quick U-turn and floo
