There was no way to predict what the injured wolf and the werewolf might do from day to day. But judging by what he’d seen of the werewolf, the ranger had a strong feeling that when all of this was over, the werewolf would be taking his pack as far away from Redstone as possible.

“I just know, that’s all.”

“You mean, like a hunch?” asked the sergeant. “You could say that.”

“Well, if that’s all you’ve got, you’re going to have to convince them of it yourself.”

“Not another town meeting.”

“No, there are only six or seven of them now who are out for the wolf’s blood. The rest are happy to know that it was shot and is going to be moved.”

“All right,” Garrett said, with a sigh. “When and where?”

“How about here at the detachment tomorrow afternoon?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Good, I’ll let them know.”

Garrett hung up the phone, wondering when these people would be satisfied.

It was a no-win situation.

Chapter 10

As usual, Argus wasn’t looking forward to math class. Before school, he’d met up with a few classmates and convinced them to let him copy their homework. He didn’t understand it, but it looked as if he did, and that’s about all Argus was worried about. Each day was another day closer to the end of the year.

“Right,” said Mr. Surujpaul, as he entered the room. “Everyone do their homework last night?”

The class answered all at once with a mix of responses.

“Ayris, did you?” he asked a girl in the back row.

“Yes,” she answered. A teacher’s daughter, Ayris Oakland was the class brain.

“What about you, Nathan?”

“I think I did it,” Nathan answered.

Everyone laughed.

“And what about Mr. Tomat?”

Cliff Tomat was a local hockey star. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “I didn’t have time. Last night’s game was in Prince George and we didn’t get back til late.”

Mr. Surujpaul frowned, but said nothing. Instead he turned to Argus. “I suppose you did your homework, Argus?”

Argus nodded and opened his notebook to the pages he’d copied that morning.

Mr. Surujpaul looked at the work a moment and said, “Good, then you shouldn’t have any trouble with a pop quiz.”

A collective groan arose from the class.

“Don’t worry,” said Mr. Surujpaul. “The quiz mark won’t be used to determine your final mark. It’s only to give me an idea of where you all are.”

Suddenly the tension in the room was gone and everyone relaxed.

Everyone except Argus.

Argus could feel the room getting hot and his face getting red. He was looking at a failing mark, maybe a zero. And even if the quiz didn’t count toward his overall grade, a poor score would tell Mr. Surujpaul that he hadn’t really done his homework and had been lying.