The wolves sensed him, as always, and Lia did not want to wait alone. She followed them through the tangled jungle trails, barefoot and laughing, to the edge of the property where the car was to enter.

Ian had taken almost three hours longer than expected and she had an anxiety to see him that she could barely control. All those photographs had led her to three important conclusions: one, she was somehow alive again, conscious; two, Ian was responsible for that; and three, he could show whatever he wanted about her because after all the only reason she had at that moment to be happy was him.

As the car entered the zigzagging path that led off the road, the wolves joined their return journey with howls of satisfaction, and set off in a straight line towards the house, matching the car's turns on the dirt road for several stretches.

—But what the hell...?

Ian followed the direction of Carlo's gaze and immediately understood the reason for his expressi