I feel my wolf pushing through and shifting once more, my body adjusting and altering of its own accord, turning into Rye, the dark gray form of my wolf. He seems to have pushed me right to the back. I can sense his anger. I don’t know what happens, but he is suddenly moving toward the two wolves still fighting alongside us, and before I know it, and because they are so engrossed in attacking one another, Rye pounces…

   Bringing his jaw down on the neck of the Alpha, clamping his teeth into the neck and sinking them in before twisting. The Alpha realizes what is happening and tries to...