Chapter 4
Three weeks later
Bo
On the day everything goes to s**t, you don’t wake up thinking, Today my whole life changes...
Sheriff Gleason’s tires screech as he whips into the school parking lot, gets out, and jogs to meet Coach at the side of the field.
“Fenton!” Coach laces every bit of wolf authority in his voice when he yells my name during practice. He’s standing with the sheriff on the side of the field, and a wave of foreboding flashes through me.
I pull off my helmet and stalk over.
“Get in the car,” the sheriff demands.
“Why?”
Coach is beside me, his big palm on my nape a warning. “It’s Winslow.”
“Fuck.”
You know how they say time stands still in moments of crisis?
Well it was like that, except the opposite. Time speeds up. Or just disappears—I don’t know. The world
