Chapter Thirty

Brian leaned back in his chair and sighed. “If a forest ranger comes out and claims he was attacked by a werewolf an experienced, respected man like Heather’s Jack people are going to listen. And, before she clammed up,

Heather told me that he’s a forthright man. If he thinks that there’s a danger to others, he’s going to trumpet the news as loudly as he can no matter how crazy that truth sounds.”

Toby met his father’s eyes. Another time, they might just have been able to let it go. If they killed the problem wolf and there were no more deaths, any fire that the ranger built would go out for lack of fuel. But his father believed that they were going to have to reveal themselves to the public soon within months.

They couldn’t afford bad publicity. To give himself time to see if there was a good way out of the dilemma, Toby asked, “How did she manage to get him out?” He knew the Cabinets. This time of year a lot of the mountain range was snowshoe or four-footed travel only. Heather wasn