“They went to the clubhouse.” The clubhouse where I’d set a trap for whoever had put those kids in there. Wolf’s body was pulsating or some shit in the seat next to me on the passenger side until I put him out of his misery. “Go!” The word was barely out of my mouth before he jumped out of the damn moving vehicle and sprinted into the night.
Thank heaven we weren’t too far from the house since all the buildings were on the property, but I knew Wolf would still get to them before I did; go figure. Sometimes I think he’s actually part what he was named for. The guys have had a running joke about that very thing for years now, but all Wolf would do is smirk in a way that didn’t confirm or deny. Whatever the hell he is, it’s all good.