I had a plan: Get out of San Francisco. Go home to Albuquerque. Start my new job. Two years under the stifling San Francisco pack rules made the wolf inside of me long to break free. Run wild. Feel the red clay of New Mexico beneath my paws. But, on my way home, I made a side trip to Comfort, Texas, where all of my best-laid plans took a sudden unexpected turn. I hadn't planned for Dain Louvel. Okay, so maybe I'd secretly hoped to see him, again,...