We get back to camp well past sunset. I’m too tired to eat, and honestly, if Preston wasn’t there watching me like a hawk, I would’ve been too tired to brush my teeth.

As it is, I give them a cursory scrub, drag my ass into the trailer, kick off my jeans, and collapse on the bed. I’m out in seconds.

It’s pitch black when a scratching on metal wakes me up. It’s late, but not too late. Maybe eleven or midnight. I stumble to see what’s at the door, but I already know. Preston’s wolf is sitting on the ground in front of the step, bathed in moonlight. The...