The wolf flattened itself to the ground and coughed out a gunked-up chunk of paper. I bent and picked it up by a corner. What was left of my résumé, I presume? And what looked like Eric’s card. I blew out a breath. I kept the wolf in my line of sight as I did a partial turn toward the interviewers and held out the résumé. “All my credentials are here.” Take that, boys. Eammon carefully took my résumé, or what was left of it. “And a fellow named Eric wanted to hire you. His card is stuck to it with wolf spit by the looks of it.”

Four sets of eyes rested on me, their perusal more interested than before. Even Corb’s.

Eammon shook the paper. “Eric is nothing more than a paranoid pain in the ass. We have better jobs than his, jobs that pay more.”

The French dude rolled his eyes and sighed. “He is an idiot.”

That wasn’t the impression I’d gotten off the lanky fellow at the front gate, but what did I know? Eric wasn’t my concern.

“Did I pass the interview?” I put my hands on my hips and raised my chin just a little.

“I vote for her, reluctantly. I cannot deny she passed the tests,” the Frenchman said.

“Already said I’d vote for her,” Eammon drawled. “And I brought her, so she’s mine to train.”

Corb shook his head. “No. Even with this, it’s still no.”

The last man pursed his lips. I finally got a good look at him. Dark skin, dark eyes, salt-and-pepper hair shaved closed to his skull, and an unreadable face. He’d make an excellent gambler.

“I say yes.” His voice was a baritone that cascaded down my spine. Like magic.

“That’s only three yeses.” Corb gave me a slow grin. “And I highly doubt that Sarge is going to say yes after you ripped his ear off and jammed your fingers in his nose.”

The wolf at my feet grumbled something under his breath, something that sounded a lot like “agreed.” But that wasn’t possible. Was it?

Not usually one for hyperventilating, or freaking out, or passing out, I figured if there was any time that it would be warranted, this was it. I couldn’t get enough air as the wolf curled its lips up.

“I agree,” it repeated.

The wolf. Agreed.

I’d been right. He was something else, not just a wolf.

“Gawd in heaven.” I spun on my heel and stared down at the wolf at my feet. Only his ear was back in place as if it had never been pulled off. I shook my head hard and held up both hands. “You can talk?”