Zane's Point of View
I stick my fingers through my hair in a desperate manner as I stare down at Zayde. He is glaring up at me, with his arms crossed over his chest. Through his eyes I can see his wolf's presence simmering just beneath the surface. We have been arguing about him coming along for fifteen minutes. He has growled at me three times already and his wolf has pushed forward a few times. Neither one of them wanted to listen to reason. I pinch my nose, sigh and try again.
"Zayde, please. We need to leave, and I don't have time for this. I don't know how else to explain this to you. You can't come with us. It is not safe. You are only five years old. You are still a little kid. A fight like this is no place for a little boy."
"I am not little! I have a wolf."
"I know buddy. But
