He got out of the truck, making sure the nose was pointed back downhill, away from the other vehicles, and that he slammed the door loudly enough that no one could miss his presence. He needn't have bothered. As soon as he got out of the cub, people began to drift in around him; some from the lodge, others from the surrounding forest. Most were in human form, though his eyes could pick out the ghostly shapes of wolves among the trees.
“I'm looking for Tate,” he said, keeping his voice level and calm. Don't show fear, Laura whispered in his ear.
A man stepped forward. “I'm Tate,” he growled. “What do you want? We don't like strangers up here.”
Apparently you don't like bathing, either, Calvin was tempted to shoot back. The man was huge, easily six-six, with broad shoulders and arms and l
