WARREN'S BODY HADN't ached like this since he had fought Matt ten years ago when Matt wanted to become a beta.
At ninety, Warren was barking close to middle-aged for a wolf and every muscle screamed his age in bursts of painful reminders.
Derek hadn't moved in an hour. Shallow breathing and the occasional whimper were the only signs the boy lived. Maybe he'd been wrong. Maybe this wasn't the change.
Wolf snapped.
Nope. This was the real thing. He was just going to have to stick it out.
Lying with Derek gave him time to think. Think about Stacey, his last successful transition. Think of all the wolves he'd helped cross over in the past thirty years, of Paul and the ones who didn't make it. Of his own past.
Warren had grown up with wolves his entire life. He was the last of his parent
