“A what?” I demanded.
“Look, I know. There was this crying coming from in the trees and I went to see what it was. This kid was stuck in a trap and was trying to pry it off his leg. He looked terrified when I went to help and didn’t say a word as I tried to release it. When I finally got it open, he backed away from me. I tried to calm him, because I wanted to take him to town for help. Though it was a rubber-jaw coil-spring trap, I was pretty sure it had broken his leg, but he fucking growled at me when I reached for him.”
“Damn, that is weird,” Ghost said.
“No. The weird part was when the kid’s eyes shimmered silver, then he turned into a fucking wolf cub and limped away whimpering. Before I could follow, a huge black wolf broke through the trees, snarled at me, grabbed the kid/cub by the scruff of his neck, and ran off into the woods. I didn’t stick around after that. I went back to my hotel and packed my shit. I collected my paycheck through then and left.” He raked a hand through his dark hair.
“Wait. Are you trying to tell me you think my daughter is a fucking shifter?”
“What?” Jasmine said, and all three of our heads swiveled to look at my stricken woman.
“Aw, shit,” Sabre muttered.