When he started running, careful not to make too many jerky movements, Monica reveled in the way his body felt under hers. She could feel his taut muscles work, shifting with every move he made. Even under all that soft fur, he was as hard as stone. Spectacular. His kind really was amazing. Awe sizzled in her chest. These creatures were supreme, and no matter what, she was grateful to have met them. Monica breathed in and decided to lift her head to look around. Her skin got goosebumps, and her stomach clenched. There were so many wolves fighting each other, tearing their opponents apart or snapping their jaws at...