As Kris raced around the cabin, the wolf reached the dock. The gangplank was still down. I dove for the ropes, seized them, and heaved. The wolf’s forepaws landed on the edge of the gangplank, jerking the line from my grasp. I grabbed the rope, heaved again, and yanked the gangplank out from under him. He stumbled back, snarling.

“Double-crossing son of a bitch!” I shouted down at him.

Don’t know whether he understood me, but it made me feel better.

The wolf gave a soft chuff of a sigh, and headed back down the dock.

“Yeah, you’d better run,” I muttered.

I walked back to the anchor chain. I’d just gotten a good hold on it when a blur of motion caught my attention. I looked up to see the wolf tearing back down the dock, running hell-bent for the boat. Oh, shit. He was taking a run at it.

“Eve!” Kris shouted.

“I got it! You just get us moving!”

I wrapped the chain around my hands and pulled. The anchor barely budged. Where the hell was the windlass on these things? The wolf was almost at the end of the dock now, running full out, tongue hanging, green eyes fixed on the rail. I threw myself backward and felt the anchor lift just as the wolf launched himself. He shot toward the rail. I dropped to the deck, dragging the anchor higher.

A strong wind whipped around from the south—a magical wind. The sails billowed, the boat lurched from the dock, and the wolf’s leap fell short. His front paws hooked the railing, but only for a second before the weight of his falling body sent him plummeting into the dark water below. I hauled the anchor over the side, then looked into the swirling dark water below.

“Hope you can swim, ya scurvy cur!” I shouted down at him.

Kristof laughed behind me. I waved at the wolf as he surfaced.

“Do you believe that?” I said. “He double-crossed us.”

“Shocking. Absolutely shocking. Pretty clever, though.”

“Damned clever…for a werewolf.” I eased back against the railing. “So do you need to navigate this thing or what?”

“I’ve set her on a course for Roatan. My wind spell won’t last long, but we’ll get there.”

“No rush. We can’t visit Luther Ross until morning. We should probably keep watch for a few minutes, though, make sure we aren’t followed.”

“I’ll cover that, if you don’t mind covering us with a fog spell.”

I cast the sorcerer spell. Fog billowed up around the boat, and we sailed out to sea.

Edinburgh / 1962

Edinburgh / 1962