It took me a moment to realize what he wanted, but I leaned toward the dashboard and, with a simple motion, deactivated the automatic locks. He didn’t waste a second—he opened the door roughly and thrust his muzzle inside, frantic.
“Are you okay!?” he asked desperately. His voice sounded like a harsh bark, distant thunder. Or maybe, when he spoke, growls were fighting to escape his throat along with the words. “Thank God! Is anyone hurt!?”
I shook my head and turned slightly toward him. Sasha was crying less now, soothed by her father’s voice, and Andre managed to slip past me and fall into the white wolf’s arms. Alexander received him in a tight embrace full of relief and stepped back, dropping to his knees in the snow while holding the boy as close as possible. I think that said everyt
