CHAPTER 53The Grey Wolf seemed darker and more ominous as they entered it that evening. Several werewolves hung around the entrance as Alaric strode toward door, Kira’s arm firmly intertwined in his own. As he approached, the werewolves took notice of him. Most were younger wolves, barely in their teens and early twenties. Many wore spiked hair and leather spiked dog collars.
Kira glanced at Alaric, who smiled ruefully. “They’re into the rogue wolf look,” he explained. “Most of it is just rebellion against their parents. Harmless really. Few are actually into it.”
“Like that kid who tried to r**e me?” Kira said. “I don’t think it’s that harmless.”
Alaric considered her thoughtfully. “You think I should ban it?”
“I think you should be very careful,” Kira replied. “But we may be able to
