The moment I saw the expression on the runner's face, the small amount of ease that had settled over the training field disappeared.
Conversation around us gradually died away as more wolves noticed him approaching. The younger warrior crossed the muddy field at a near jog, breathing hard despite the cool evening air, his dark jacket soaked through from the rain that had followed us all evening. He couldn't have been older than twenty. One of the eastern patrol rotations, if memory served correctly.
He headed directly for Alpha Jon. He didn’t go for Braxton, or one of the patrol leaders. He went for Alpha Jon which immediately told me whatever information he carried wasn’t routine.
Will noticed it, too. The humor faded from his expression as he straightened beside me, his attention foll
