Victor raises his snout to scent the air, relishing the strength he feels in this form.
He and Ian have been running through the woods for what feels like hours, doing nothing but searching for the scents which they know they have to follow. They haven’t found them yet, but neither of them is frustrated.
There’s no room for that, in the body of a wolf – no room for doubt, or dissatisfaction, or annoyance. Instead, Victor knows that he and Ian simply have faith. They will find Evelyn, and they will find Alvin, they just need to keep looking.
And they have, apparently, all he time in the world for that.
Victor closes his eyes, seeking her, but he snaps his head to the side when he hears a little yelp from his pup. His body goes still with alertness, seeking his son, wanting to protect hi
