whispering secrets. The branches hit against one another.
I should keep watch, Luke realized. But Iâm tired. So tired. His eyelids grew heavy.
Trying to get comfortable, he shifted his body slightly. He stared at the nearby trees cloaked in shadows.
Two glowing yellow eyes stared back at him.
Chapter
6
L uke swallowed back a scream of terror.
Wolf? Bear? Mountain lion? The vicious possibilities raced through his mind. He had no gun. No protection.
Maybe it doesnât see me, he thought wildly. Maybe it doesnât know weâre here.
But then the eyes glowed brighter ⦠and began to move ⦠slowly through the shadows ⦠slowly toward the hollowed-out log.
Lukeâs heart pounded in his chest. His mouth grew dry. He scooted back.
âOw!â Leah cried. âWhat are you doing?â
âBe quiet!â Luke warned in a low voice. âI did hear something earlier. Itâs out there ⦠looking for us.â
âWhere?â she asked as she scrambled over his legs.
Luke tried to grab her, but his fingers only skimmed over her skirt as she quickly crawled out of the log.
âLeah, come back!â he whispered harshly.
He remembered the shriek of the deer mouse as the owl had carried it into the night. What will this creature do to Leah? Nothing, he decided. I wonât let it hurt her.
Struggling to unfold his body, he worked his way out of the log. He spotted Leah several feet away. Moonbeams filtered through the thick branches and cast a halo around her.
The glowing eyes moved out of the shadows.
Luke heard a low, deep growl. A wolfâs growl.
The beast slinked out of the shadows into the moonlight. Luke shivered at the sight. Its long, powerful body moved closer.
They wouldnât have a chance to fight it off. Or outrun it.
Luke gasped as he caught sight of the wolfâs head. A mangled rabbit dangled from its jaws.
The silver beast crept slowly toward Leah, its head bowed low. Then it dropped the dead rabbit at Leahâs feet and lay down.
Run, Leah! Run! A voice in Lukeâs mind cried out.
His heart nearly stopped as he watched Leah kneel down.
Luke felt a scream well up in his throat. He struggled to choke it back.
Mesmerized, he watched as Leah plowed her hands into the wolfâs thick fur and pressed her face into its neck.
Luke breathed a sigh of relief.
It was Leahâs wolf.
Does Leah have power over animals as the townspeople believed? No, he told himself. The animals trust her because she is kind to them, but that is all. She has a gift. Like their father.
He heard a shuffling sound and glanced down. Corey had crawled out of the log. His eyes wide, he stared at Leah and the wolf.
âDonât be afraid,â Luke said softly as he knelt beside his brother. âFather told me a story once about a man who broke his leg out in the wilderness. His dog hunted for him. The dog brought him meat until he was strong enough to find help.â
Corey looked doubtful, and Luke explained further what he hoped was the truth.
âThe wolf must sense that Leah needs help now. She has always been kind to it. She found it when it was a pup. Its mother was dead. She kept it alive until it could live on its own. Now it is returning the favor.â
Nodding, Corey rubbed his tired eyes. Luke pulled his brother back into the protective hollow tree. Corey snuggled against him.
Luke stared at his sister ⦠lying on the ground, curled up against the wolf ⦠sleeping peacefully.
It was the last thing he saw before he fell asleep.
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Luke awoke with a start.
He held his breath, listening.
He squinted into the darkness. The wolf had disappeared. Leah slept soundly beside him inside the log.
He squirmed, trying to get comfortable. He closed his eyes. But he could not go back to sleep.
What will we do tomorrow? How can I take care of Leah and Corey? We have no money. No food. Only the clothes on our