AS WE STEPPED OVER to our vehicles, we heard a familiar voice yell, "Wait!" I looked up the road with a smile, expecting to see the twins and did a double take. Ruthie was just as surprised as I was, but unlike me, who simply stood in the middle of the street with my jaw on the ground, she raised her arms with excitement and squealed like a Jonas Brothers fan girl. When Luke let loose a string of words that my mom would have called potty words, I rushed over to slam down on his arms. Despite his earlier promise, they'd been up and ready to do battle.
"What are you doing?" yelled Wynona.
"It's okay," I said.
I couldn't blame them for being startled, though. It wasn't every day you saw a giant wolf bounding toward you. But this wolf wasn't charging aggressively. His loping run had a chee
