Running with the Pack by A.M. Burns

Author:A.M. Burns [Ricci, A.M. Burns & Caitlin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: young adult
ISBN: 978-1-63477-064-4
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2016-09-08T00:00:00+00:00

11

FINN RUBBED a towel through his wet hair, hurrying to get done in time. He’d spent all day Saturday out at the center helping clean pens and working to get a couple of new ones built. It had been hard work, and even in the cool mountain air, he’d managed to work up a sweat. When he and his mother reached the house, they’d both dashed for their individual showers. It felt good having something like the wolf center that he could share with his mother. He’d never realized she was much of an animal person. They hadn’t had family pets in several years—not since Muffin had died of old age. Having his mom around so much felt almost as nice as having Ivan and Adrian around.

“Come on, Finn, we need to get going soon if we’re going to be on time,” his mom called from the kitchen.

“Aren’t Dad and Shelby coming?” Finn called back as he flung the towel over the shower curtain rod and grabbed for his brush. He paused as he looked in the mirror. He’d been on the go so much since school started, his reflection there rarely registered. He blinked. His chest looked larger than it ever had before. He flexed. It felt harder too. He flexed his arm, and for the first time in his life, he had something resembling a bicep. Shit. When did I start getting muscles? He figured it was from his work at the center and wondered if he’d look like Ivan by the end of the school year. “They’re going to meet us out there” came her reply. “But if you don’t hurry, we’ll be late.”

Finn forced his gaze away from his reflection. I wonder if Ivan’s noticed I’m filling out. “Okay. Be down in a second.” He hastily brushed his hair, then dashed to his room. He knew the clothes he wanted to wear and went right to them. Since he wanted to look nice, he grabbed his blue dress shirt and his best jeans.

Five minutes later he and his mother were in the car heading toward the center with the smell of her barbecue pulled pork swirling around them.

The parking area of the center had more cars in it than Finn had ever seen in the place. His mother drove into the last spot before folks would have to begin parking down the narrow drive that led back to the highway.

“It’s good to see all of the community support,” she said as she opened her car door before reaching into the backseat for her Crock-Pot of meat. “Grab the bag of buns, please, Finn.”

He did as he was asked. When he straightened, Adrian was at the car door. “Hey, Finn. Looks like we’re all right on time.”

“Looks like it.” Finn waved his free hand to Adrian’s parents as they fell into step with his mom and walked toward the main building for the center. “So did you get your paintings set up this afternoon?”

“Yeah. I’m kind of nervous about it all now.

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