his little bundle, but he was sure she wasn’t hearing him. He ran as fast as he could, tapping his inner wolf’s speed.

He vaulted the steps into the cabin and quickly gathered his keys and wallet, never setting the still-unconscious girl down. With a leap he jumped off the porch to the gravel driveway. He shuffled her into the back seat of his SUV and threw two wool blankets over her unmoving body. He ran to the driver’s side door and slammed it shut, shoving the keys into the ignition. Stones flew as he stomped onto the gas pedal, saying a silent prayer that the girl would survive the drive to Glens Falls. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed the ER desk at the hospital, explaining inclipped words that he was bringing in a girl that was close the death with hypothermia and possible massive blood loss. While he talked to the nurse on duty, he cranked the heat up in the vehicle.

During the hour it took to drive down to the hospital, Robert glanced repeatedly in the rearview mirror, hoping to catch some movement from the girl on the back seat. He tried to think of some sort of story to tell the swarms of doctors and nurses that would be over the girl in a matter of minutes. How to explain the wounds and lack of blood to the medical professionals without giving away information about the supernatural world? The best plan was to just push them to think it was an