The door to the room I was in was flung open, the light of a flame burning bright. I squinted my eyes and slowly opened them again, trying to adjust my sight to the form in front of me.
Slowly, the familiar vibration around the wolf that stood before me began, his fur disappearing and his human form taking shape. Strong olive toned legs bent down, protecting his modesty and crouched in front of me. Much more fearful to look upon the face of a man than I was of the wolf, I cautiously lifted my head to see his face. He had long dark, straight hair that hung raggedly below his shoulders. His sharp, angular face was like a statue and his straight mouth wore a smirk that made his amber eyes squint slightly. He was about Alpha Vance’s age, I guessed, mid to late forties. He, like the olde
