The wolf kept growling and snapping his teeth at me throughout the drive, but eventually, we made it to a town I'd never heard of before.

Alive, too, by some miracle.

She parked in the garage of a little townhouse that I refused to admit was cute, and gave me one last forced smile before getting out of the car.

"He can't hurt you," she repeated, for at least the tenth time since we'd been in the vehicle.

"Yet he's still snapping his teeth at me," I also repeated, through gritted ...