The morning started crisp and blue, the kind of autumn day where the cold nipped ears and the sun warmed everything it touched. Mark leaned over the hood of the old flatbed truck, wiping grease off his claws with a rag. The engine rumbled to life for the first time in years, coughing once before settling into a proud growl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marta stood nearby with her clipboard and her ever-present smile. \u201cSo what\u2019s the shopping list this time?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cElectronics, inverters, spare panels, wiring,\u201d Mark said. \u201cMaybe a few batteries if we get lucky. The solar array on the west ridge needs backup capacity.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAlright,\u201d she said. \u201cBut be careful out there. Raiders have been pushing farther west. They\u2019re not stupid enough to come here again after the last lesson, but they\u2019re still out there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane climbed into the truck bed, tightening the strap on a supply crate. \u201cWe\u2019ll manage,\u201d he said. \u201cWe\u2019ve got a few volunteers from the north coming along.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marta raised an eyebrow. \u201cWolves?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOf course,\u201d Gabriel said, hopping up beside Thane with a thermos in hand. \u201cEvery adventure\u2019s better with wolves.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By the time the ferals arrived, the engine was purring and the morning mist had burned away. There were six of them, all grinning and curious, tails swishing as they sniffed the air and examined the truck like it might take off and fly. Sable wasn\u2019t with them, but Rime stepped forward, handing Thane a folded scrap of paper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSable gave me,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane opened it. The note was short.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nTreat him as Alpha.
Return whole.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\nThane smiled faintly and tucked it away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One of the wolves, a massive brown-black male named Holt, was already nursing a tin cup of something dark. Gabriel leaned down from the truck bed, grinning. \u201cYou packed the coffee?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt\u2019s eyes lit up. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOf course you did.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another feral, smaller and sharp-tongued, smirked. \u201cHe drinks lightning water like pup drinks milk.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt growled, low and annoyed. \u201cIt keeps me strong.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt keeps you shaking,\u201d the smaller one teased.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt\u2019s ears flattened. \u201cYou want to test?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Laughter rippled through the group until Holt moved faster than anyone expected\u2014one paw on the smaller wolf\u2019s chest, pinning him to the ground with a snarl that echoed off the square. Silence dropped like a hammer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked down from the truck bed. \u201cYou done?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt huffed and stepped back. \u201cDone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel snorted laughter so hard he nearly spilled his coffee. \u201cOh, this trip is gonna be fun<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGet in,\u201d Thane said, grinning despite himself. \u201cWe\u2019ve got daylight to burn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\n\n\nThe truck rolled out of Libby with a groan of gears and a plume of dust. Mark drove, the wolves riding in the flatbed \u2014 tails in the wind, eyes half-closed as they breathed in the scents of pine, wet earth, and the faint tang of autumn smoke. Gabriel perched on the side rail, guitar slung over his back, singing half a song to the rhythm of the tires.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFeels like the old world again,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cQuieter,\u201d Thane replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBetter,\u201d Mark added from the cab window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They followed Highway 2 east until the faded green sign announced a name half-eaten by rust \u2014 Wolf Point<\/strong>, once a small city and now a ghost. They turned off toward the industrial district, rolling between the silent skeletons of old buildings and parked trucks long reclaimed by vines.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt jumped down first, scanning the air. \u201cNo people. No fresh scent.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood,\u201d Thane said. \u201cLet\u2019s make it quick.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The wolves spread out under Mark\u2019s direction. In the first warehouse they found racks of broken appliances and crates of sealed electronics. Dust puffed with every step, the light from broken skylights painting gold stripes through the gloom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPanels!\u201d Mark called, pointing at a stack of solar frames still wrapped in plastic. \u201cGrab \u2019em.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Two ferals lifted one each like sheets of cardboard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel found a crate full of old stereo components and whistled. \u201cHey, Thane. You want a party sound system?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane glanced over. \u201cYou find one?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPA system, amp, CD deck. Totally useless\u2026 but I\u2019m claiming it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTake it,\u201d Thane said. \u201cThe town\u2019ll thank you when you start another house party.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They loaded the truck with everything salvageable \u2014 panels, batteries, spare wire, mechanical parts, even sealed cans of fuel that miraculously hadn\u2019t rusted through. The wolves moved with easy rhythm, efficient and strong, trading jokes as they worked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel kept slipping Holt refills of coffee from his thermos, grinning like the devil every time the big wolf\u2019s eyes brightened. The others groaned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cStop feeding him that,\u201d Rime said. \u201cHe talks too much when charged.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt bared his teeth in a grin. \u201cThen listen faster.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By mid-afternoon, the truck was piled high, the last of the boxes strapped down tight. Thane hopped into the bed, scanning the sky \u2014 still clear, sun tilting west. \u201cLet\u2019s roll home,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark revved the engine. The convoy rolled west, quiet except for the wind and the occasional clink of metal. The mood was easy, satisfied. Until they rounded a bend in the highway and saw the roadblock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A dusty pickup sat sideways across the asphalt, blocking the lane. Two figures stood beside it, rifles slung low, waving for the flatbed to stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark slowed, engine idling. \u201cWell, that\u2019s new,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane\u2019s voice was calm. \u201cKeep it slow. Let\u2019s see what we\u2019re dealing with.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The truck rolled to a halt twenty feet short of the blockade. One of the men raised a hand. \u201cAfternoon! Road\u2019s closed ahead \u2014 construction hazard. You\u2019ll need to pay a small toll to pass.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel\u2019s grin was immediate. \u201cOh, this is gonna be good.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The two men didn\u2019t notice the silhouettes shifting in the truck bed behind him. Not until one of them took a step closer, saw the claws on the rail, and froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat the hell\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He didn\u2019t finish. Holt moved like a missile \u2014 one moment crouched, the next he hit the ground running, a dark blur that closed twenty feet in a heartbeat. He slammed into the nearest bandit, sending rifle and man flying. The second barely had time to blink before he was staring down a half-dozen glowing eyes and an entire truckload of wolves baring their teeth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The rifle hit the dirt. \u201cNope!\u201d he squeaked, hands raised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane dropped from the truck bed, landing in front of them with deliberate slowness. \u201cAfternoon,\u201d he said. \u201cYou picked the wrong toll booth.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He turned to the wolves. \u201cLine up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They stepped forward in a neat row, every one of them baring teeth in perfect synchronization.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel leaned against the truck, trying not to laugh. \u201cGentlemen, I\u2019d suggest you surrender your weapons before my friends here decide they\u2019re hungry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The bandit on the ground made a strangled noise that might\u2019ve been agreement. The other nodded so fast his cap fell off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood choice,\u201d Thane said, voice calm as stone. \u201cDrop everything. Leave the guns. Walk away.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They obeyed instantly, stumbling over each other to get clear. The wolves watched silently until the men were back in their own vehicle, tires spinning as they tore off down the highway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As the dust settled, a faint snicker came from the back. One of the younger wolves grinned. \u201cOne of them smells like fear.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rime corrected him, deadpan. \u201cNot fear. Pee.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The entire truck burst out laughing. Even Thane cracked a grin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel doubled over, clutching his stomach. \u201cOhhh, I love this pack. You\u2019re all invited to the next coffee tasting.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt gave him a look that was half a threat, half a promise. \u201cBring more beans.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane climbed back into the flatbed, shaking his head. \u201cNext time,\u201d he said, \u201cwe\u2019re leaving you two home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBlasphemy,\u201d Gabriel said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark started the truck again, still chuckling. \u201cYou realize word\u2019s gonna spread about this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood,\u201d Thane said, watching the road ahead as the engine roared back to life. \u201cFear travels farther than bullets.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The wolves laughed again, the sound rolling with the wind as the flatbed rumbled westward \u2014 loaded with supplies, with stories, and with one caffeinated wolf still sipping triumphantly from his thermos.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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