7
LANDRY
“This is a big f*****g problem,” I muttered, keeping my voice to a whisper. Wade could hear me loud and clear, but I had to ensure Caitlyn didn’t.
We’d finished with the two wolves, then moved on, taking Caitlyn to stand in a grove of trees near the cliffs which the she-wolves used as dens to birth their pups. Once again, we’d parked and walked in, but stayed far away so we didn’t disturb this group. I’d given Caitlyn binoculars which Wade kept stored in his glove box. She was sprawled over a boulder, her arms propped, and watching the animals.
“We’ve got to keep her from publishing,” he replied. “We just put trackers in two wolves. What the f**k is wrong with us?”
I glanced at him, then back at our mate, thinking of how she’d been sprawled over a different boulder earlier. M
