Chapter 36

• I shook out my husky dark brown fur, spittle flying from my maw. A silent snarl shaped my muzzle, my lips peeled back to show a threatening smile. My tail wagged lowly, sweeping the grass, at the sight of Kanjax in his wolf form. It just occurred to me, as we circled each other lowly like predators on a hunt, that I had never seen Kanjax’s wolf form and vice versa.
• Kanjax was a large wolf, just about my size if not a tad smaller. His tawny blond fur was thick and silky, shinning underneath the sunlight. He seemed to have fur that was blonder than his hair color. Those gray eyes of his seemed to take up a vicious tint, as if being in his wolf form was pulling out more of the side of himself he kept buried beneath his pleasantries and gentlemanly habits.
• Our ears were slicked back against our large heads, low little snarls escaping our maws. It was as if we were the only people in the courtyard at this point. We barely registered Cerys and Grandpa Aaron standing nearby, much less the local wolves lingering outside the gate to watch the show.