Chapter 9
The moment Logan had spotted the black wolf, he’d known he was in trouble. All the spit in his mouth had dried up. Rising slowly and laying his pad and charcoal on the camp chair without turning away from the animal, he’d slid his hand to pull his gun and found the holster empty.
Shit. I was so excited about getting here, I left it in the car. My Swiss knife won’t even cut off an ear.
Panic sent his heart rate skyrocketing. It almost sent him sprinting away from the dark form with the menacing yellow eyes shining like headlights in the moonlight. Blaze’s instructions hit his mind like a runaway train—Don’t run. You’ll be staring at a predator so fast, it’ll out run you and attack.
On trembling legs, he stood tall, legs wide, and, looking straight into those eyes, he spoke to
