It took Randy an hour of bright sunlight, close consideration, and a lengthy internal lecture about how ‘these things happen,’ and ‘this is what is to be expected’ for him to finally get the courage to walk out to the garage the next morning. It was blessedly empty, though the scent of the wolves still remained even with the open door. It took him another hour to dig out the front of the garage enough to open the door and back the truck out. Then he left the truck running, went inside to change out of his sweat-soaked shirt, and grabbed a mug of coffee for the road.
Even as he drove, he had no idea where he was going or why; mostly he just needed out. If he stayed in the house, he knew he’d spend way too many hours staring at the garage and thanking deities and destiny for the fact that h
