Now with two wolves to deal with instead of one, I approached cautiously. The wolf called Remington was small and thin, less than half of Dax’s size as a wolf. In a fight he’d probably be less of a threat and more of an annoyance, like a persistent fly. It was a fight I was sure I could still win.
The little black wolf paused ahead, wary about coming closer when he saw me. “Dax?” he called, lifting a paw in hesitation.
“He’s a friend, Remmy,” Dax replied.
“Friend?” I snorted in half-amusement, half-bitterness. “I don’t recall referring to us as friends.”
“All right. Acquaintances then.”
I grunted. “Works for me.”
Remington blinked his yellow eyes at us in confusion. “Okay. Er, Len’s been waiting for you, and you were gone for a long time so we were starting to get worried. He sent me to look for you.”
“I ran into some complications.” Dax looked at me and said so only I could hear, “Not sayingyou’rea complication, just so that’s clear.”
“Thank you for the clarification,” I said dryly.
These wolves sure are strange,I thought.
“Well, I’m glad you’re back, but why are you tied up?” Remington asked.
“It’s a long story,” Dax said with a grin. “I’ll tell you at dinner.”
I couldn’t read Remington very well, seeing that he was in wolf form and also because I barely knew him, but he seemed startled by Dax’s amusement. Was Dax usually not this cheerful?
“Does this friend of yours—”
I cut Remington off and said, “Acquaintance.”
The wolf raised a brow. “…Does this acquaintance of yours have a name?”
“Yes,” I replied. “It’s Morgan.”
“Nice to meet you, Morgan,” Remington said, though he didn’t exactly sound thrilled. He reminded me of the teen bucks in my old herd with sassy attitudes and not much else. “We better get back before Len freaks out.”
Len is the hare I have to meet,I remembered.If he’s being held captive here, I have to rescue him.
A rushed spring entered my step as I followed Remington to our final destination. Dax managed to keep up with me even though he was walking on human legs.
He shuffled closer to me to murmur, “Don’t mind Remington. He’s wary around strangers.”
“Good. Likewise.”
Dax grinned at my response.
“You said he was an omega, right?” I asked in a low voice.
Dax nodded.
“Then it’s doubly important for him to be cautious,” I said seriously. “This world isn’t always kind to us.”
Sympathy flashed in Dax’s eyes. His mouth twitched like he wanted to say something but a sharp shriek interrupted us. A few human-shaped figures stood up on the grassy lope and one of them was currently barreling towards us.
Halfway down the hill, it changed.
My eyes widened. The man transformed, tightening into the small, furry shape of a hare and threw itself at Dax, who quickly raised his arms to catch it.
“Where the hell have you been?” the hare demanded, its voice masculine yet pitched-up by the hare shape and the fact that it was obviously pissed. “You left hours ago! Do you have any idea how worried I was? I should rip your pelt off!”
