Chapter 33

Fluorescent bulbs winked and hummed, doing their best to warm up and respond in the cold. It didn’t matter. Randy didn’t need the light to be any brighter to see.

“Holy fuck…” Both of his hands slapped the wall behind him, regardless of the shock of cold it gave his system, and Randy flattened himself against the surface. He remembered the wolf at his back deck. More, he recalled the size of it. And if this wasn’t the same damn one, it was Wolfy’s close cousin.

He already saw the headlines: Idiot city brat eaten by wolf in his own garage.It would be followed with a plea for everyone else to please, pleasekeep the morons that didn’t know how to deal with the animals of the county outof their county.

The wolf lifted its nose and sampled the air. Then, in a gesture that Randy read as ‘dinner smells about ready’, it lowered his head and trained its gaze on him.