CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Shortly before dawn, the wolf was carrying his weapon higher up into the hills than usual. When he heard the helicopter circling, he scuttled deep beneath an overhanging ledge. He lay perfectly still beneath it. Despite the impending danger, his breathing scarcely changed. Neither did his pulse.
He was a true wolf, after all, and fully in control of his physical reactions.
The helicopter switched on a searchlight to scour the immediate area.
The light didn’t especially worry the wolf. But he knew that the searchers could also be using thermal imaging to locate any warm body, especially any that was moving. The heat-seeking technology was ideal for night, when the terrain was cool enough to pick out the heat of a living form. Maybe they’d picked up his body heat and
