Chapter 4
Logan found him standing with his hands in his trouser pockets, studying Logan’s charcoal drawing of the wolves. He watched quietly, pleased to find him here alone, thrilled to watch Blaze’s face as his expressions showed he recognized what he was seeing.
In the background, Logan had painted a gray mist showing hints of the heads and bodies of a watching pack of wolves in different shades of gray, brown, and white. Under the predawn light of the moon, the earth and grasses seemed to swirl with the violent motion of the fighters. Pieces of torn fur hung from the coat of a bloodied black wolf. The red drops and smears of its blood were the only color in the drawing. The powerful gray-and-white wolf towered over the faltering black, its jaws in a death grip on its throat. There wa
