Chapter 6.
BRAD YANKED OFF HIS tank top as he stepped into the clearing, the anger and fear inside his gut rolling and fighting for supremacy.
He hated being back here. Hated knowing that he let everyone down just being who he was.
That being himself, a wandering wolf, was not enough.
Grrrr...
His black wolf rose inside him like the sea at high tide, strong and swift.
It had been too long since he’d shifted and run under the moon, his wolf was hesitant and angry.
He should wait until tomorrow night, but the power of the ‘Borough called to him and he needed it now. Which was not good, or healthy.
He shoved off his shoes and ripped down his jeans. He was safe here near the ‘Borough and if he stuck to their borders, there should be no hunters or anything to fight.
“Brad!” A now famil
