Grant's perspective:
Beside me trots a wolf that I trust with my life. His warm breath sends a cascading fog from his open mouth that makes it seem as if a fire is bellowing deep in his chest. The distinct black and grey translucence of his coat, blood red eyes, and broad chest are imposing enough without witnessing his agility and cold, calculated manner in a fight. Other than myself, he is the largest wolf in the pack. If our ranking in this pack was based on fighting ability, he would be Beta without rival. The only one that might take him, with luck, would be Austin.
The sight reminds me of the night he came to The Territory. Bram, Austin, and I were out on a hunt one winter night when we picked up his scent and tracked him down. We encircled him and threatened that if he didn't sh
