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The worst part was, I had no idea whether he was friend or foe to Jane. Nor would she know. Even if he was a total stranger to her, Jane would have gone with him willingly.
I growled at the thought. Then I went to work.
Jane's scent was easy to track. Even though we hadn't spent much time together, I knew it well. It had a certain appeal that kept it fresh in my memory.
As I ran through the yard, I barked at Haley. She was already on her feet, somewhat unsteady but looking around. I stopped to rub my muzzle reassuringly against hers, then left the yard and nudged the gate shut with my shoulder.
I followed the scent down the lane, and into Robie Street. As I loped down that busy road in full daylight, I heard more than one person shout in alarm as I bowled past them. As far as the citizens of Halifax were concerned, a large and potentially dangerous wolf—a wild animal —was on the loose. Mothers yanked their children out of my path and pedestrians parted when they saw me coming, leaving the sidewalks clear. One go-boy even dumped his motorcycle as he lost control in an intersection I was barreling through.
Several minutes after I'd started tracking Jane, I heard sirens. I threw back my head and howled as I ran. My pack! I thought. Run with me . Together we'll find Jane . Her scent was getting stronger, fresher. I was almost there.
But then I realized my mistake. The only reason a patrol car would have been heading in my direction was if someone had called in a report of a wild animal on the loose. I didn't have time to waste explaining who I was to the patrol officers. Even if they recognized me as one of Lone Star's irregular assets, they might just arrest me anyway, for loping around the city in animal form. No, I had to lose them.
A Ford Americar with gold stars emblazoned across its doors squealed around the corner, one block away. But I didn't think the police officers had spotted me yet. I ducked between two parked cars, then crawled low and fast into a store. I was sneaky and quick; no one inside the store spotted me. The blaring music inside the shop had blocked out the sound of the siren, and nobody was looking in the direction of the door when I crawled in under the display racks. But I realized a second later that the police officers had spotted me. The siren dopplered closer as the car cut across traffic and screeched into a double-park outside the store.
I thanked the spirits for my luck in choosing a clothing store to duck into. I shifted back into human form, then yanked a pair of jeans down from the rack I was hiding under. Luckily, they were too big, rather than too small. I pulled down an oversized tank top and slid it on. Then I stood up, hands in my pockets to hold up the jeans.
Car doors slammed as one police officer jumped out of the patrol car. The other officer would follow in another moment or two, after reporting in to Dispatch.
I sidled toward the door as the first uniformed officer entered. Pistol in hand, he ordered everyone inside to clear the store. Immediately . I had no problem complying. I jandered down the sidewalk, hoping nobody would notice my bare feet—or the ink stains that had splattered on the jeans when I tore off the plastic tags that would trigger the store's antishoplifting alarms. The Day-Glo orange ink felt like wet blood on my ankle and was dripping onto the sidewalk.
I spotted a hardware store and strolled inside. I boosted a length of heavy twine, stuffing it into my pocket. I felt guilty about it as I left the store, but I figured I wasn't really breaking the law. I was merely commandeering materials in the line of duty. Jane had been kidnapped, and I was the investigating officer on the scene.
Telling myself that made me feel better as I threaded the twine through the belt loops of the stolen jeans. I tied it in a knot at my navel, and the jeans stayed in place. Then I looked around.
The uniforms were getting back into their patrol car. I could
The worst part was, I had no idea whether he was friend or foe to Jane. Nor would she know. Even if he was a total stranger to her, Jane would have gone with him willingly.
I growled at the thought. Then I went to work.
Jane's scent was easy to track. Even though we hadn't spent much time together, I knew it well. It had a certain appeal that kept it fresh in my memory.
As I ran through the yard, I barked at Haley. She was already on her feet, somewhat unsteady but looking around. I stopped to rub my muzzle reassuringly against hers, then left the yard and nudged the gate shut with my shoulder.
I followed the scent down the lane, and into Robie Street. As I loped down that busy road in full daylight, I heard more than one person shout in alarm as I bowled past them. As far as the citizens of Halifax were concerned, a large and potentially dangerous wolf—a wild animal —was on the loose. Mothers yanked their children out of my path and pedestrians parted when they saw me coming, leaving the sidewalks clear. One go-boy even dumped his motorcycle as he lost control in an intersection I was barreling through.
Several minutes after I'd started tracking Jane, I heard sirens. I threw back my head and howled as I ran. My pack! I thought. Run with me . Together we'll find Jane . Her scent was getting stronger, fresher. I was almost there.
But then I realized my mistake. The only reason a patrol car would have been heading in my direction was if someone had called in a report of a wild animal on the loose. I didn't have time to waste explaining who I was to the patrol officers. Even if they recognized me as one of Lone Star's irregular assets, they might just arrest me anyway, for loping around the city in animal form. No, I had to lose them.
A Ford Americar with gold stars emblazoned across its doors squealed around the corner, one block away. But I didn't think the police officers had spotted me yet. I ducked between two parked cars, then crawled low and fast into a store. I was sneaky and quick; no one inside the store spotted me. The blaring music inside the shop had blocked out the sound of the siren, and nobody was looking in the direction of the door when I crawled in under the display racks. But I realized a second later that the police officers had spotted me. The siren dopplered closer as the car cut across traffic and screeched into a double-park outside the store.
I thanked the spirits for my luck in choosing a clothing store to duck into. I shifted back into human form, then yanked a pair of jeans down from the rack I was hiding under. Luckily, they were too big, rather than too small. I pulled down an oversized tank top and slid it on. Then I stood up, hands in my pockets to hold up the jeans.
Car doors slammed as one police officer jumped out of the patrol car. The other officer would follow in another moment or two, after reporting in to Dispatch.
I sidled toward the door as the first uniformed officer entered. Pistol in hand, he ordered everyone inside to clear the store. Immediately . I had no problem complying. I jandered down the sidewalk, hoping nobody would notice my bare feet—or the ink stains that had splattered on the jeans when I tore off the plastic tags that would trigger the store's antishoplifting alarms. The Day-Glo orange ink felt like wet blood on my ankle and was dripping onto the sidewalk.
I spotted a hardware store and strolled inside. I boosted a length of heavy twine, stuffing it into my pocket. I felt guilty about it as I left the store, but I figured I wasn't really breaking the law. I was merely commandeering materials in the line of duty. Jane had been kidnapped, and I was the investigating officer on the scene.
Telling myself that made me feel better as I threaded the twine through the belt loops of the stolen jeans. I tied it in a knot at my navel, and the jeans stayed in place. Then I looked around.
The uniforms were getting back into their patrol car. I could
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