Page 41 of The Enforcers: NOAH

Chapter 14

Mina stared at the giant wolf, her hands trembling. This was a scene out of her nightmares—a great gray wolf with his huge teeth around her small, vulnerable son.

But there were no screams. There was no blood.

The wolf let go of Brock and stepped back, its eyes on her.

“Brock,” she said, gun still trained on the wolf, trying not to let her voice shake as badly as her hands. “Come here.”

His eyes went wide at the sight of the gun. “Don’t hurt Mr. Noah Gray Woof, Mommy,” he said.

Noah Gray Wolf?

He was right, it was the wolf she’d rescued. Holy heck.

“I don’t want to hurt him, Brock, but he might be dangerous.”

A growl came from her son’s throat, and his eyes flashed golden in the dim light.

What. The. Hell.

“Come here, baby.”

“I feel funny, Mommy. Like I might have to be a woof again.”

“You’re not a wolf, baby.” Where were his pajamas? He’d been wearing them in the yard, when she saw him standing in the doorway.

“I might have to be one,” he repeated. His face contorted as if he were in pain, and his body seized.

Oh, God, what was happening to her baby? She wanted to go to him, but the gray wolf was still inches away from him, staring at her with those great golden eyes.

Brock’s body seized again, and there were cracking sounds. Oh, God. Not his bones.

She stepped forward, eyes on the wolf, not wanting to hurt it, but willing to shoot it dead if it didn’t let her get near her baby.

The wolf shook himself resignedly, almost like a person who was saying, “I give up.”

And then the impossible happened.

The wolf shimmered and blurred. There were loud, sharp pops, like the sound of dry sticks breaking.

Or large bones.

The wolf reared up on its hind legs, its shape amorphous and strange…

And then Noah was standing in its place, naked and magnificent, his hair tousled and his eyes still golden. As she watched, the light faded from them, and he looked the same as he’d looked earlier tonight.

A second later, Brock hunched over and turned into a black and white wolf cub.

Mina’s knees gave out and she sat, her butt hitting the ground with a thud.

Noah snatched up the wolf cub and held it to his chest, ignoring the deep bleeding scratches its claws caused as it struggled in panic. “Talk to the wolf, Brock,” he said, his voice gentle but commanding. “Tell him to go back inside. You need to be a boy right now.”

The wolf whimpered and shook, and then it blurred and changed and her son was in Noah’s arms, clutching Noah’s neck and taking shaky sobbing breaths, and Noah was holding him and talking to him about not turning back into a wolf.

“You can stay a boy,” Noah said. “You know how. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you. No one will hurt you. Everything’s okay now.”

Everything was not okay. Everything was surreal and impossible. Mina’s head was whirling and her legs wouldn’t work.