They were also more alert. The squeak of the door as Brody pawed it open didn’t go unnoticed, but at least the guy who got off a shot had shitty aim. The bullet went whizzing by his ear, as opposed to causing some difficulties by hitting something vital. One missed bullet. He wasn’t out of the woods yet. It would only take one lucky shot to put a wolf down. In he charged, teeth bared, hackles bristling, and ready to cause some damage. He dashed at the gunman, who popped up from the bed of his pickup truck with a loaded shotgun. Boom! A few stray pellets stung his hide—and wrecked my beautiful fur!—but the majority missed, and he leapt to the bed of the truck. One good chomp was all it took to stop a guy he’d never seen before from firing ever again. The next dude proved a little harder to deal with, given he slept in the loft above. Wolves and ladders didn’t exactly go well together.
