You come along, all right? We don’t bite.” “Neither do the animals. Mostly.” He eyes me as I pour the water into the cups. “Why are you here, wolf girl?” “I’m a woman,” I tell him. Douglas’s face creases into a smile. “Beg your pardon. Wolf woman.” I hand him his mug and lean against the kitchen counter. “I don’t really know, Douglas. I don’t actually know.” “You’re doing a good thing.” My mouth opens in surprise. “You think so?” Douglas nods. “Aren’t you worried about your sheep? Everyone else is.” “The time for sheep is over,” he says simply, and sips his tea.
