Binding: Book Two of the Moon Wolf Saga Read Online Free PDF Page B

bedroom. I grinned after him. Then I panicked as I realized that getting into both forms was not quick. It had taken me what seemed like hours the night before. And the truck was coming back, I could hear it now. And I couldn’t remember how I’d done it. And I realized I’d forgotten to look for the woman's gun; she was bound to have a gun, and probably a shotgun as well. Then the truck came to a stop outside, and her footsteps fell heavily on the porch, the back door opened, and I was still in human form.
    Sarah walked into the kitchen, and I was still frantically trying to change into the right two parts. She paused a moment, stepped into the living room, sniffed, found the stain on the couch and began to scream. I got ready to come out and kill her, which would involve getting out of the damn cage and then shifting to wolf form—but then she charged down the hall to the bedroom, shouting at Baz. I relaxed. I would have plenty of time to figure this out. It would be a few minutes before she had a thought for me. Sure enough, there was a renewed scream when she saw the puddle Baz had made in the bedroom.
    I got myself sorted out, listening to the rather disturbing sounds coming from down the hall. Poor guy. Even in human form, it was still a dog's life. When she came back into the room, dragging Baz by the arm, I seemed to be chained up, muzzily awake, staring out at the noise, but she charged right by me and out the door.
    When she came in again after awhile, Sarah was on the phone. “Sick? It could be.” I heard the fridge open. “Well, shit, he got into a bunch of leftovers… I was going to throw that round steak out. Yeah, he might just be sick. When can you come?”
    She’d called the vet on Baz. A vet who made house calls. The fridge door slammed. “Not until tonight? Elaine, what if something's gone wrong?”
    Huh. My eyes opened wide for a second. I’d heard her talking to Elaine before, about me.
    Sarah wandered into the living room, but didn’t spare me a glance. My eyes narrowed. Good thing she didn’t see the look, or she would have known I was about as drugged up as she was. But that she could have me—me—caged up on her floor, and not think about it, well. Somebody needed a lesson. And I was looking right at her.
    Sarah went out again, still talking on the phone. I took a nap. I didn’t open my eyes when Sarah, talking sweet and syrupy, tried to get Baz to come in the house. She probably wanted him to clean up his mess. It was getting pretty ripe in the living room. I grinned and went back to sleep.
    Later on there was the sound of scrubbing. Sarah stood over Baz, on his hands and knees with a bucket and scrub brush. His little blue and white bandana was on his head, but perched askew. He was watching me as he worked. Sarah was not. I opened my eyes, let them go gold with my fury and power, and closed them again as Baz yipped and knocked over the bucket.
    Okay, I probably shouldn’t have done that, because the next thing I knew Sarah was standing over my cage, with the phone in her ear again. “I’m not sure,” she said. “The smoke is all right, I checked. She's in the same position. But I swear, Baz saw her move or something. He's freaked out, Elaine. He's under my bed and I can’t get him to come out.”
    I did not betray myself by smiling. But it was close.
    “I don’t care what you do to her. I want her out of here. Tonight.”
    What? What had I missed?
    “Because she's bothering Baz! That's how I know! He's never done anything like this, not since he was a puppy. Well, yeah, he was sick that time—. Okay, he did throw up in your car.”
    Sarah covered her mouth with her hand. I almost did the same.
    “All right,” she snapped. “You take a look at Baz, and then we’ll see.” She bent over the cage as she closed the phone. I tried some heavy breathing, as though I were so deeply asleep the sound didn’t even disturb me.
    “Baz? Baz, sweetie…”
    She turned on the