The throaty growl of my Northwestern wolf has me shifting my gaze. This beast weighs nearly two-hundred pounds, and while I know he could kill me in a heartbeat if I step out of line, he is as essential to me as my cock. “Enjoy your dinner,” I croon, tossing the body with callous measure. “We leave in the morning.” His yellow eyes shift from me toward the man, and I cross my arms. Hopefully, the redwoods will entertain me.
