catlike ones I knew Dorian the man had. As I gazed at the wolf Markus and he gazed back at me, I knew from his rich, coppery brown eyes that as crazy as it all seemed, Caleb was telling the truth. Markus was a wolf, Dorian was a wolf, and their father Caleb was a wolf. All of these other people standing beside me were probably wolves too. A chill ran through me as I realized we were being held captive by werewolves. I had read paranormal stories about them, but those were fiction. I never imagined they could actually be real.
“I know it may seem shocking to you at first,” Caleb said, “but this is how it is and I hope you will accept it .” he waggled two fingers as he accented the words ‘you will accept it’. “And yes,” he continued, “all of the people here are wolves. We are one of the largest packs on the East Coast. There are thirty-six of us in all.” His face took a dark turn. “At least, there were. We lost a number of our bitches and pups in a rare strain of the parvovirus last year. Parvo usually only kills the young, but this strain took out many of our women too.” He turned his head, brushing back the tears.
“We had accepted that our lineage might be fated, but all things changed last night. Your camps were attacked by a rival wolf tribe, the Vlodik clan. They have in the past killed humans, but last night was the first time they have carried out an attack of this scope. Of course, they are probably far away by now, leaving us with a very big problem.” He shook his head.
“I thought I was having a nightmare last night. I heard noises but … how could we not have woken up?” Todd asked. “I mean yeah, I did drink a lot of that moonshine,” Todd said reflecting, “but not enough to lose my mind and not know I was being attacked by a pack of wolves.”
“Yeah, we had booze too. But I didn’t drink that much at all.” Shelby said wrinkling her brow.
Caleb nodded, “We believe there was more in that moonshine than just moonshine; benzodiazepines—tranquilizing drugs, most likely.”
“Date rape drugs …” Shelby gasped.
“Yes, powerful drugs intensified by alcohol” Caleb confirmed. “It appears the camp manager was working in tandem with the Vlodik clan. We think he was planning to provide them with women in exchange for money and his own safety. Fortunately for you,” he added, “we changed all that.”
Mr. McGreevy, a pimp for wolves? No, it was worse than that. He was planning to sell us for money to feed his own greed, whether we got killed or not. I felt sick to my stomach.
Caleb continued, “This is our territory. The Vlodik’s don’t usually come over this far. But because of some things that have happened in the past, we make it a point to be on watch when the camps are in session. One wolf is always on guard near the camps, close enough to smell any encroaching danger.”
This was so surreal, I reflected. Hard to believe that there was a wolf watching over the camp at all times and we never had a clue.
“So, you saved us and we thank you very much,” Kaitlyn said, trying to stay calm and control the trembling in her voice, “why don’t you let us go home now?”
Caleb grimaced as he looked at her. “Normally we are able to ward off trouble in minutes, but this time Dorian, who was on guard, had bravely tried to fight off the attackers himself instead of alerting us.” He glanced over at the wolf Dorian who returned his gaze; a self-satisfied expression emanating from the piercing, pale eyes that peered out from the milky fur. “It may have been foolish to try and ward off the Vlodiks single handedly, but we all admire Dorian’s courage for it.”
As I listened to Caleb, I noticed Markus shooting daggers with his eyes at Dorian. The golden flecks of his irises were nowhere to be seen as he narrowed his eyes in anger revealing only dark slits. Could Markus be jealous of his brother?
“Fortunately,” Caleb continued, “it was a hunt night for