Another Wolf

WYATT

I reached out and gathered Kacela into my arms. She came willingly. I could feel her anguish through our bond. I looked over at Earl and he sadly shook his head.

“There’s something more, Kacela,” Earl said. His tone was a warning that there was more news to come and that she wouldn’t like it. Kacela looked at him warily.

“Your dad has a wolf.” He spoke gently, breaking it to her as easily as he could. I felt the relief in her and was puzzled initially, but then I understood. She thought Earl was wrong and if he was wrong about her father’s wolf, he could be wrong about Art’s death.

“No, he doesn’t,” Kacela said, the relief she was feeling tinging her voice. “He hates wolves, with a passion. I never told him about Dali because I knew he would hate me. Enough to try to kill me, even.”

“Your dad may have always smelled like that to you, and because you weren’t brought up in a pack you didn’t know what it meant, but your father has wolf. Quite a strong, vicious and