Dawn’s POV
He was not in wolf form, but his body looked like it was fighting to change. His eyes flickered from green to red every few seconds, fur had begun forming along his arms and chest, and his hands looked partly clawed. He was breathing heavily, and his chest kept rising and falling in uneven motions.
Levi moved first. He stepped slightly forward, his voice rough. “Wayne.”
Wayne growled again, louder this time. He looked wild, like he was struggling to hold himself together. Several wolves whispered among themselves, confused and unsure of what was happening.
“Is that Wayne?” someone whispered from behind me.
“He never comes near the pack again,” another voice answered.
“What’s he doing here now?”
Levi kept his eyes on him. “What the hell are you doing here?” he asked sharpl
