The tension in the estate was palpable as the full moon cast its glow over the grounds. The air felt charged as if something ancient and primal stirred just beneath the surface. The rogue wolf captured during a skirmish weeks prior lay chained in the estate's secured holding area his breathing ragged and shallow.
Adam stood at the edge of the room arms crossed his expression unreadable. Jerek and a few other trusted pack members flanked him their stances tense. The rogue's transformation was imminent and everyone knew the risk it posed.
“We should put him down” Jerek said grimly his tone practical but heavy. “He’s unstable dangerous. There’s no telling what he’ll do once he shifts.”
Adam didn’t respond immediately. His sharp eyes remained fixed on the rogue studying every twitch of his
