Paul slowly opened his eyes. Without even thinking he reached to the back of his neck to massage the nasty kink, which had developed overnight. But as his eyes began to clear, still half asleep, he began to wonder where he was. There was nothing the slightest bit familiar within his field of vision. His senses were just groggy enough to imagine an appalling scene from the old days, the dark days, where a drunken binge left him passed out in some very embarrassing situation.
He suddenly snapped awake. A quick glance around the wolf den brought everything flooding back into his consciousness. It had all seemed so bizarre, he half expected to wake up and find himself back at the lodge, wondering what he might have eaten to prompt such an outlandish nightmare.
Unfortunately, it was not a dre
