The scouts shifted uneasily, realising too late that they'd struck something deep, "Alpha, he's just a human merchant. Nothing more. We didn't..."

"Describe his looks," Ezekiel cut in sharply, as the wooden desk he was gripping caved in and snapped in two. His eyes glowed faintly, and the wolf beneath his skin stirred by a rage he struggled to contain.

The scouts hesitated. Then one swallowed and continued, careful with every word, "He had dark eyes and he's over six feet with even dark hair. ...