THE HOUSE LOOKED LIKE a typical human dwelling on the edge of suburbia. The dwelling had been recently upgraded with a new coat of paint, a richly fertilized lawn, and a welcoming porch.
On the other hand, the strong cat-piss aroma wafting in through the window of my idling car didn’t seem quite right. Add in the pack of baying dogs beating against the walls plus the heavy blinds twitching open just long enough to allow the inhabitant to catch sight of my vehicle and I had a sinking suspicion I wouldn’t be well received if I clattered up the cobblestone walkway and knocked on the front door.
“So that’s why you wanted to buy a wolf,” I muttered, putting the car back into gear and rolling away down the street toward the secluded pull-off spot I’d scoped out moments earlier.
Safely out of
