The two Wolves stare at one another across the clearing.
The air is charged. It’s as if the forest itself is holding its breath. Watching. Waiting.
All I can hear is my pounding heart, and the whispering leaves as they rustle in the breeze.
Fight, they seem to be saying. Fight. Fight. Fight.
A growl builds behind the bared teeth of the bigger wolf—Callum. It is so low that I feel it vibrating thought my bones. The shadows seem to cower from him.
Callum would be a terrifying opponent as a man. Tall and broad with muscles that look like they’re carved from rock. Now, he looks as feral as he is strong. His teeth are sharp enough to tear through flesh and his paws send shivers through the ground.
His eyes—they glow with the soul of the forest and they are enraged.
Blake answers with a s
