“But what is he? A ghost?” Dawson asks.
“Yes, he’s my godfather, the ghost of my godfather. He watches over me,” Pace says softly, looking at the ghostly grey wolf.
“Maybe that’s why he let me see him, because he wanted me to find you?” Dawson suggests.
“That could be it. He’s been coming and going since I got hurt. We’re far from my house, or any of the pack’s. Is your car close? I hate to ask for help, but my leg needs treatment, and I need to report this trap to the police. It has silver. Silver traps are illegal in these woods,” Pace growls.
“I’m renting a nearby cabin. I can get you back to there and patch you up, if you like. And I have my cell phone. We can call and report the trap to the police. Will you remember where it is?” Dawson asks.
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