Pleasure & Confusion
I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?"
He gawps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!" He gasps.
I shake my head, "no legend." I move my neck from side to side and show him the marks.
Jack's face pales and he swallows with a nod, "lets just get this done so I can go back to my pack."
After shifting into our wolves, we start circling.
Jack is a big black wolf with a white flash across his tail, and piercing blue eyes; not beautiful, but freaky. It doesn't go with his wolf or his nature.
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