Chapter 22

He was gathering up his shirt and underwear, when something growled.

Jamey turned around slowly. A big black dog was walking toward him, sniffing. No, a wolf. The Larkin’s wolf. The same wolf that was being blamed for chasing one guy, attacking and killing two other guys. The same wolf that seemed to have brought packs of wolves into Richmond along with it. It stood there, a few feet away, growling, panting and looking straight at him. No ghost. This was the real thing.

Jamey dropped his clothes and ran, clutching Henry’s star tight in his hand.

The wolf ran after him.