Alpha Gray
Then I see him.
At the treeline, there’s a wolf. A big, beautiful wolf, as black as the night sky. I immediately recognize him, and suddenly, inexplicably, my human side pushes forward again, back to the surface, overpowering my wolf. My bones crack and rearrange, and suddenly she’s gone, shoved back in the recesses of my body and mind as I stand on two legs once more, shaking in the rain.
The air shimmers around the big black wolf with his shift, Gray’s human form crouching where he stood. He slowly rises to his feet, his drenched hair clinging to his forehead and droplets of rain cutting paths down the muscular planes of his chest.