In the dark of night, a lone figure sneaks out of the grounds of Wolfgrove, slipping seamlessly past the many guards that patrol the border. Leaving two figures tucked safely in bed behind him, two friends who are completely oblivious to the danger he is throwing himself into.
He leaves the boundary without a single hesitation, disappearing into the shelter of trees. A large black wolf appears to be near invisible in the moonless night. Black clothes clamped tightly in his mouth, vicious canines pressing on the material, holding it in place. Slate gray eyes pierce through the darkness as he runs at speeds he has never dreamed of reaching before, speeds that can only be inspired by the one person that he is doing all this for.
Steele runs for hours, never once slowing his speed, his eyes
