He’s in full-blown aggression mode, his Alpha scent getting so heady that my wolf snarls in response, and I have to take a deep breath and count to ten to keep her tamed. He’s riling the pack, and the murmur of restless snarls around me tells me they’re all poised and ready to fight, feeding on their leader’s need to attack. The psychic bond of a pack, so that when their Alpha hits a battle, they all rev up and flock to him, ready to die for the good of the pack. It’s becoming unbearable, and invasive, as it shrouds like dark smog around us and I can hardly breathe...