Bruce sprinted through the forest ferociously and in his powerful shape of a wolf he seemed more like a machine, unmoved by the thickets surrounding trees and shrubs, and the environment around him was only green and brown.

The man’s nose extended in an attempt to identify the scent of the intruder he would have noticed at the edges of the pack territory. The odor was utterly unfamiliar to him; it was even more intense than semen, being earthy, mossy, like the forest that had grown around the cabin, and something, that appeared to irritate the beast within and cause the hair on the back of the neck to stand...