Chapter THREE-EMMET

The minute I started following the directions the robotic GPS voice spouted out over the speakers, Demon started snarling inside my mind’s eye.

Fucking Wolf was going to be the death of me. Probably literally.

It was bad enough that the rain had gotten heavier, but with all the thunder and lightning I could scarcely see three feet ahead of the truck.

Lucky for me, I had Shifter reflexes, and I was a solid driver and I’d done this job before for other ranches where I’d worked.

The goats kept on bleating and Jed kept right on singing, and I wondered where the old man was going to stay the night. Not that I was too worried. He’d probably just shift and keep watch in his fur.

Still, I was thinking I’d probably just detach the trailer and leave it in the enclosure, just so the goats and Jed would have some sort of shelter for the next couple of nights while me and the boys worked.

While I was mulling all that over, I frowned as I took a left. This seemed oddly familiar to me.