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Some of the rogues have already shifted by the time they make it through the thick trees. Sebastian’s pack has shifted as well, making it hard to distinguish between the two groups. Watching closely, I notice some of the wolves are more coordinated and tactical and I’m guessing they belong to Silver Moon. Still, Lucius’ words over dinner the other night about how surprisingly organized the rogues are prevent me from attacking until I’m sure. Sebastian’s wolf, Knox, is easy to spot, though. He’s magnificent with his thick black fur. In size, no one else even compares. I watch, amazed as he effortlessly rips the head right off of another wolf.
The air around us is charged with energy and adrenaline. It's contagious, so when a shaggy-looking wolf starts charging at me, I use my power
