She rushed through the door and stopped dead, her breath trapped in her throat. “Oh, my God!” Seated in a corner, Davy had plastered his body against the side of the cage, his arms crossed over his chest in a defensive posture. His face had taken on an ashen cast, his eyes large and terrified. Sadie stood over him. Saliva dripped from her mouth. Her low, threatening growl seemed to echo off the cement block walls. “Lord have mercy,” Sheriff Ainsley muttered. “Stay here.” Hunter eased past Rose and the sheriff and started toward the cabinet at the side of the room. Rose grabbed his arm. “You’ll frighten her.” “Not if I move slowly. I need to get to the tranquilizer gun I keep in the drawer over there.” He pointed to a cabinet almost even with where the wolf held Davy captive. Hunter pulled his arm from Rose’s grasp. She watched in terror as, never taking his gaze off the occupants of the cage, he inched toward the cabinet. Rose held her breath. She could hear her heart thumping wildly in her ears.
