Rick shifted back to his human form and stood in front of the man he had never thought he would ever lay his eyes on again in this lifetime.
It had only been a few weeks since he had last seen him, but Rick saw the differences. His muscles had bulged out a little more and his hair was longer. Even his scent had somewhat changed, which explained why he had not recognized him immediately.
Owen stood perfectly still and apprehensively looked at him. “Have you come to finish the job?” he asked in a guarded voice.
Rick stared at him a moment, then shook his head. He did not blame the man for fearing he had come to kill him. Their last encounter had not exactly been friendly and comforting. Rick had chased him down, ready to drag him back to the pack for his death, all in loyalty to the pack
