Still in wolf form, Blaze felt relieved when Logan safely fled the valley. His car was gone by the time Blaze returned to the clearing to recover his clothes. Gripping them with his teeth, he dragged them to the wolves’ rendezvous site—a sort of den above ground that served as the pack headquarters—and dropped them with the clothes of the others.
He moved among them now, the only wolf with his tail high as a sign of his status. Some of the wolves licked his wounds to clean them and allow for healing, and he waited patiently for them to finish.
His inherited pack consisted of four older cubs, eight adults—four males and four females—with different coloring and markings. Some had more dark than light, but none were solid black like the rogue. At least he detected no dissension over the kil
