Epilogue
The hot French sun beat down on my fur as I romped with the pups. There were half a dozen of them including four no-longer-strangers who had Changed within the last week.
Apparently my ability to draw wolves out of receptive humans occurred only around the equinoxes. Which was a relief, in a way, since it gave me time in between to scratch other important itches.
Like archaeology. Pack. Friendship. I sidled up to Val, hoping the wall she’d built between us since our failed wolf transfer might be disintegrating. Over the last six months, her bubbly personality had gradually reasserted itself. Last week, she’d start running with the pack while they were in wolf form. But she continued to avoid me as if I stunk of wet dog...
...or as if I was likely to Change her by coming too cl
