Page 36 of Operation Wolf: Eli
The same letter Hunter had sent me just yesterday.
“Oh Christ,” I whispered, sinking down onto the bed as the chill of real fear mingled with the pain of loss in my chest. It spread through my veins like an icy fire, causing my hands to tremble and my inner wolf to growl restlessly before coming forth in the lengthening of my teeth. “She’s gone.”
Her belongings were missing from the room, and a quick check of the hallway told me she’d taken a suitcase.
“She couldn’t have gotten far,” I barked, rushing down to the stables to saddle Sunshine and go after her. “Not on foot.”
But when I got down to the stables, only the mule was there, glaring balefully at me as he munched on a mouthful of hay.
“Fuck,” I snarled, spinning away from the useless animal. I’d decided to walk to town today, which I now realized had been a damn mistake, as Olivia had clearly decided to overcome her fear of horses so she could escape.
Why didn’t it occur to me that this shit might happen?
“I should have destroyed that damn letter,” I growled.
I shifted, fur, canines, and claws sprouting. As my wolf was released, the mule brayed in fear, its large brown eyes rolling in its head as it stamped and butted against the stall door, but I was already spinning away. My beast had no intention of eating the mule.
It was going to be a long journey on foot.
