Indianna pressed her forehead against the cool glass of the car window as Greyson drove deeper into the woods. Dark shapes zipped between the trees with impossible speed, and she gasped, startled.
"Don't worry," Greyson said without taking his eyes off the road. "They're just pack members."
"They're wolves?" she whispered, leaning closer to the glass.
"Yes."
"They’re huge!"
"They’re border patrols," Greyson explained, smirking. "They can’t exactly be tiny. How useful would they be defending the pack from rogues if they were?"
Indianna shrugged. "How big are you when you’re a wolf?"
Greyson’s eyes flicked to her. "Big."
"Thanks, Greyson, that helps," she said, rolling her eyes.
"I’ll show you later," he said casually, and soon the dense trees gave way to the clearing where his larg
