Beauty and The Beta
But, I had been out for my usual training run, and had caught the scent of blood.
It wasn’t a small amount either, making me concerned, because neither me nor my wolf could dismiss that as injured prey and continue on with our run like we truly wanted to. Integrity won over and made us go and investigate to find my brother’s wolf, Jet, ripping into the warrior guy. A guy I now know is called Harley. The moment I yelled his name, he oddly retreated like he didn’t expect to be caught in what he was doing, and he ran off for the trees.