The she-wolves arrived back at the packhouse looking excited and exhilarated. Trevor and Melissa were in the jeep behind them, looking traumatized. The wolves were jumping up against each other, howling, ruffing each other up and playing. Frank heard the ruckus and walked outside to find his wife, clinging to the bars of the jeep door.
“Melissa? Honey? Are you okay?” Silence … “Melissa!” He tried again a little louder. She came out of her trance and looked at him with fright.
“What?!” Her head whipped around to look at him, pulling back slightly, her knuckles still white from clinging to the jeep.
“Let get out of the car, darling.” He pulled her fingers loose.
“Oh.” She pretended to laugh. “I didn’t even know I was doing that!” Picking her up bridal style, he took her out of the car, c
