SCUTTLING DOWN THE sidewalk with our tail between our legs and Adena soaring above us, we almost ran into d**k Duncan, former department chair and not my greatest fan. For half a second, I worried that he’d do something rash and trigger my wolf’s predatory instincts. But, of course, the professor didn’t know us from Adam in lupine form.
“Hey!” he complained as our nose made contact with the hem of his trousers.
My wolf lifted her tail jauntily in what he probably took as a welcome. Then she released the most foul-smelling fart imaginable as we trotted past.
Insult via flatulence. Classy.
Rather than respond to my relieved banter, the wolf continued running in the direction she’d been traveling, Claw’s order pushing her footsteps faster than they might ordinarily have gone. Tree-lined b
