I stood in a town, no, a city. Smelly dirty streets surrounded me. It was dark, but the infrequent, still functioning occasional streetlight illuminated what was clearly a dying industrial region. I stood in an alleyway which was half filled with rotting black bin bags of trash, which filled the air with a heavy sickly sweet smell particularly offending my overly sensitive wolf nose. As I watched this scene, I was all too aware of another smell, wolves. Then had been down this way only instants before. Instinctively I bared my teeth as something inside me, the wolf inside me wanted to drive those invaders out, tear them apart. Pete appeared at my side irritatingly cautious as his nose was pressed to the path at his toes. I began to growl and I noticed vaguely that the large bloody wound be
