CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN

As soon as Francis veered the car off the road and into the forest, Professor Ericson's wolf told him that things weren't right and he, too, relayed the message to Francis.

"What do you think is the problem?" Francis asked, daring to take his eyes off the bumpy track that caused the car to bounce and cast a worried look at his friend. He, Francis, knew Ericson was a good wolf. A great wolf. One of the best wolves out there and if his wolf told him there was a problem then there was definitely one.

"I... I don't know, too," Ericson replied with a stammer as he looked behind the car but he saw nothing but the trees that disappeared into the darkening skyline. He squinted ahead of him, too, and even with the aid of the car's headlight that blasted darkness away, he saw nothing then he looked to his sides. The trees whished past them and that was it.

What had his wolf warned him about?

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