“So when I was coming out of the pack house, I saw the Alpha leaning against his bike and could see some of his tattoos sticking out. I saw what looked like some wheat and a wolf coming out of it. I had remembered reading about that prophecy—so I ran back inside to go find the text. When I came back out, Alpha had his shirt off, and I could see the tattoo completely,” Ethan continued. “The outline of a wolf was stalking through the wheat field.”
“Why would it be an outline? Wolves are gray, rust, black, brown; wouldn’t it show the wolf in its entirety?” Fin asked, leaning forward, his brows knit together in curiosity.
“Not unless it was white,” Ethan challenged, his tone sharp. “This wolf tattoo did have some distinctive qualities—it had stripes along its back, and its paw was stepping o
