Alexis picked me up early Saturday morning for a trip to a ranch on the west side of Mt. Graham. At first the drive was quiet and I had plenty of time to think. I hadn’t heard from Brandon since the call on Tuesday. Part of me was relieved, but another part was worried. We’d been friends too long not to be worried, no matter how mad I was.
Pushing him out of my mind, I focused on today’s trip. The ranch was owned by a pack member and we were supposed to be safe shifting there without worrying about being seen. Alexis had asked several people to volunteer to let me practice calling their wolves. The ones who had agreed were going to meet us there. She had enough volunteers that I wasn’t sure if I could shift them all.
The trip took more than an hour, mostly over rough dirt roads. When w
