Yeah, his brother Sam was the most intelligent, and that went without saying, but Wolf was smart. Street-smart. Forged in fire, a School Of Hard Knocks graduate with honors, he’d pretty much raised himself on the street from the age of six. He read people like nobody’s business, spotted weaknesses in seconds, and like the primal predator that he was, he had the patience to quietly stalk his prey. Wait for them to f**k up, or relax, or turn their backs.
That was when Wolf pounced. Went for the jugular, ripping and tearing at the pulse. Left the body bloody and broken under a full moon as he howled in savage victory.
Wolf might be playing by the rules of society and law for the first time in his entire life, but he hadn’t been tamed. Not anything close to it… and now his ferocious gray gaz
