Pull over,” said Charles, his voice rough. Isaac wasn’t going to argue with him. So he eased the van to a stop on the shoulder of the road. Charles hopped out, patted the side of the car, and said, “Go on out to the address I gave you. I’m going to run the direct path and I should beat you there.” It wasn’t until then that Isaac realized Charles had begun changing to wolf. Isaac couldn’t speak—except to swear at the worst bits—while he changed, and Charles could have a regular conversation, or something pretty close to it. Damn. When he grew up, he wanted to be like Charles.