Randy didn’t heed the threat. “We have to help him. I don’t know if he’ll let us get close. I don’t even know what the f**k is happen—”
Vaughn caught both Randy’s shoulders and shook him hard. “Get in the house. Go.”
A deep, threatening growl sounded behind him and Randy swiveled his head back Lyle’s way. Only it wasn’t Lyle. With a stare that didn’t wander from Randy’s eyes, the large gray wolf that had taken Lyle’s place gave a powerful shake. Drops of blood and bits of flesh flew.
“Oh, f*****g hell,” Randy whispered. His guts clenched and his good knee went as weak as his busted one. “Vaughn, what the f**k is going on—”
The wolf leapt, Vaughn released his own guttural growl, and Randy’s question was cut short as he was tossed at the front door. “Now!” Vaughn coughed.
Randy stumbled
