Twenty-Three

Grayson

After a long and eventful evening, all I wanted to do was to crawl into bed and sleep for a week. My brothers and I were in our wolf forms, patrolling the forest for any sign of hunters. We discovered the injured wolf three miles away from Whitevale. The eighteen-year-old scout was on his way home when he got caught in a trap. He was lucky we found him when we did. Rogue wolves were about to close in on him. We held them off until help arrived. Our Alpha and a team of pack soldiers helped us to fight them off and took our wounded comrade to safety.

"Is it me, or does Alpha Alec seem crankier than usual?" Lucas mentioned as we hurried home.

Our Alpha was as deadly on two legs as he was on four. The guy fought like a berserker, obliterating anything who was dumb enough to stand in his way. Rumors of his fragile state of mind had been gossip for decades. If I had to sum him up in a nutshell, he was the shifter version of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Fortunately for us, our thoughts w