Hank’s POV
I followed the Indian deeper through the trees; a mild hostility leaking out from between the strong branches around us. “Do not mind them; we do not really appreciate outsiders.” The wolf in front of me said, making me ease some, but still be on alert. “How did you come across Joon?” He finally said, continuing his even pace.
“I helped her out the other day. There’s a pack near here, the O’Shea’s,” when I said the name, growling started around us; the hate for the pack understandable. “…Well; they had cornered her and were about to harm her when I stepped in, killing one and scaring off the rest.”
“You killed one?” He faltered a little, continuing his stride when I said yes.
“Really; a couple of them now. They aren’t good wolves.”
“They are good wolves; but bad men.” He ca
