I shifted and Edon took over. My father wasn’t far behind and our wolves were the same size.

Mine was dark-brown and his was grey.

"Hey, woah!” Patrick was standing in the gazebo and for his own good, I hoped that he would stay put and not interfere.

Edon lunged at him but he managed to dodge it.

We circled each other before he made his move. As he came towards us, Edon lowered his head and pushed off the ground, biting into the side of my father's ...