#Chapter 140 Rescue and Recovery

Dominic It was a long drive home, but we felt victorious. Julian was exhausted and ravenous, and after finishing two cheeseburgers he fell fast asleep in the back seat of the van. Rae spent most of the trip turned around in her seat, watching him. She would occasionally reach out a hand to touch him gently on the arm. I think she was confirming that he was real, that she wasn’t imagining it. We didn’t question him much at first. He had a single shallow gash on one arm, but otherwise seemed in good shape. We fed him and let him rest, though an endless list of questions was banging around my skull most of the drive back. “Was he really a cat?” Rae whispered the question to me. “Yes, I think so,” I answered, just as quietly. “How is that…” “I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re sure he couldn’t do that before?” “No! No way!” Rae said, shocked. “He was only a wolf, I’m certain. We talked about transformations, how it felt. He didn’t like feeling so out of